Thank you to Strider Marcus Jones for publishing my poem in

The Lothlorien Journal.

Iscariot

A broken treaty,

a promise torn in half,

turned away,

can you ever have too much apostasy on your side?

Take the fall,

a roughed up staff,

rather stiff,

the external tarnish of the coins set off a pattern.

Stand your ground,

take the contusions,

in spite of all,

the almighty thinks you’re pretty special.