Penned in pinstripe,
a reprobate meets a rogue.
Crossed quill and sword,
one-two makes ten.
Inky black vignettes...
(now)
(here)
(gone)
With sleight of hand
and slightly aware,
a question hangs...
that has hung,
men.
How could I do to you,
what has undone me?
~ R. Poet
