A Wolf In Sheep's Clothing (A Betrayed Catholic) Poem by james watkin

A Wolf In Sheep's Clothing (A Betrayed Catholic)



He stands aghast. Not as one
Square facing, down-wind
A wolf's piercing where, moon-thinned
Imperilling's trailed

As what for wordy shocks, strike.
Tumbling out, white-frocked
A Vatican Hill; hell-rocked.
Lit for falseness hailed!

Wednesday, May 1, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: religious
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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