the next two works...

And, since you are #4, good Redthorn...

rejoice in the dance of life

life is to be lived -
a gift, wasted if not tasted,
as it rots in dark, dry places
where the faces of the givers
and the recipients can not reflect
the joy it bring, a miracle
made manifest
and all but central
to our very living.

William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.


And #5 to the amazing Mr. McTaggart:

blue collar poets

blue collar poets
aren't afraid to wear ballcaps
indoors
for fear the gods might mock them
for they have shed that skin -
the thin shell of doubt
to eat as afterbirth
to the awakening of something -
something ethereal -
and beautiful -
and artistic -
and deific.

just with a blue collar.

William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.