There is a person beyond this reflective façade that must hear a peculiar series of words for himself. <br />You and I are very much aware of your fatalistic nature, so displace his ignorance with truth. <br />Have you been the purveyor of this abhorrent sin? Magician, you’ll make a stone of flesh. <br />Your very breath will permeate upturned eyes and clasped fingers and on his knees he will <br />Taste a most nauseating nectar from the reddened lip of your pistil. Tell him…murderer.<br /><br />Jonathan Alford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-pistileer/
