Faux Pas

Of the man
that takes
the greatest bearing of an age
with reason and faith
remains subservient to the end
to the greater force of nature;
timid of all his goliath strength

of the sickle
that takes
the sharpest curve
to cull an old feed
remains a rust
at its uncertain glory;
pecking dust to dust

of the familiar
that takes
filial bonding with ease
smiling and touching
remains a goofy grin, a faux pas;
a toothless rooster
with a proven hex

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