Words be nimble. Words be quick.
Words jump oceans, accents, and tics.
Words cross toes and pick up sticks.
Words make murder something you’ll respect.
Words make deep invisible lines.
Words make you a saint and head your shrine.
Words make you a sinner of this living crime.
Words make you think and I’m a master of mine.
Words to your mother. Words to your ego.
Words make religion kill the most people.
Words from my light. Words from my love.
Words that I write are the words from above.
© Christopher Allen Breidinger
Excerpt from the book “Poet Christopher’s Divine Business”
About the Author
Christopher Allen Breidinger is an American poet and author currently residing in Winter Haven, Florida with his wife and daughter.
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