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Unexplained

An icy finger pokes my heart
in jabbing motions unrestrained.
When decency is blown apart,
an icy finger pokes my heart.
What message can this deed impart
beyond the cruelty sustained?
An icy finger pokes my heart
in jabbing motions unrestrained.

© Susan Schoeffield

A somber poem, influenced by the recent events in Paris.

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