he never took them
off glare reduction
his protection from
a white light that
made him squint
almost blinded him
yet he was able to
hide (at least that’s
what he thought)
a shield from the
burning bush that
tried to arrest his
attention away from
narcissistic greed and
hatred that stabbed
twisting itself into a
femoral artery crimson
self-infliction pooling
he never took them
off glare reduction
his protection from
a white light that
made him squint
almost blinded him
yet he was able to
hide (at least that’s
what he thought)
Pamela A. Rossow
Pamanner 