Guts and Poison

I read a poem today

by a writer I greatly admire

this guy had it all

 

his words had guts

his ink had poison

colourful weeds in a manicured garden

 

but today I read one of his

that contained a line

almost identical to one of mine

 

and a crack ran through me

and I thought

he can’t be that great

 

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