Linda Hepner - Asham

What a shame
Asham
came
with fingers crossed.

What a sham
the shamed
knifed lamb:
blame name of game
bull tamed,
bull tossed.

But there in sparkling sapphires
under smoldering eyes
Sarah stokes the tent fires
and dies.

And now the Asham
fills the hole
for missing lamb
and missing soul.

Linda Hepner

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