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Configured in Disaster Winds

Configured in disaster winds,    
The mountain fires of wolf blood moon,
With love’s wash spent like cartridge shells  
That ring in road-edge' cluttered truth.  
   
Her wary eyes concerned with blood  
Configured in disaster winds,  
That challenge every thought of me  
In hands that wrench to give it rise.  
   
The foul night gasps in strangle holds  
Of darkest thoughts that fill her mouth,  
Configured in disaster winds  
And life spilled pitch, her sacred pray’rs.  
   
Her head tossed back, regales the stars  
That pause like coy'otes over death  
In hunting packs on war stained paths  
Configured in disaster winds.  
Written by Hepcat61 (geoff cat)
Published | Edited 23rd Jan 2019
Author's Note
"Pray'rs" in line 4 of stanza 3 is a single syllable and "coy'otes" in line 2 of stanza 4 is two syllables with the second pronounced like "oats"
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