Classic Poem

The past infects the present
Ever present poison
Must be
Expunged
Sucked through thin
Psychic skin
Spat 'tween
Clenched teeth
Rage released
In the stillness of a pristine moment
Cleansed
Is
The soothing elixir
...of the soul.


(Previously published in Some Words: A Place for Poetry, Nov-Dec '99)