America and the Soul

Every once in a while
I have the good fortune to stumble
across a voice that humbles me.

A voice whose power
drapes its chords over me.

A howl that rings
deeper than my own.

A cry whose grip
will not relent
this mortal chamber;
jagged words
that move deep inside,
through the mess of grief...
like a bullet.


America and the Soul: Justin McRoberts


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