I’ve been been told to turn away. And as much as I want to go with u I can’t. After the fire burns out there’s only ashes, which then are scattered to the wind in every direction during the first passing storm. Some men sell off thier eternal souls to have but moments of what u invite them to. And How the sometimes ravenous hunger of the human soul can drive the sanest and soundest of men mad and animal minded when being presented the warm and sensually delicious dish that u put upon thier tables. I’m hungry too, but knowing the meal is poison I’d rather wither away into nothing then fill my belly with the agony sure to come from the tasting of such beautified death…for me, a simple slice of fresh bread is enough… Yup, it’s enough for me.

Published by Pack Redfeather

I am a walking contradiction of traditions some say. An African American and Native American Muslim poet with a personal life history as violently turbulent as a Storm. A visionary from the bottom of life’s social barrel striving to share the hope found in the light of faith through sometimes dark but real poetry. I’m a former member of the Bloods street gang, former serial bank robber, and both federal/state prison convict. I live on my mother’s tribal reservation of the Leech Lake band of Ojibwe in Minnesota.

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