identity


IDENTITY



In  just  ice I dwell.  Pure. Cold.

Citizen in Dante's inferno, perhaps I think.

Maybe I am not what I think

I am.  But dead I never know

a lie from a truth.  Oh, hell,

so what?  I am in just ice

and caught you neatly in my trap.





Jerry W. Ward, Jr.            February 12, 2019

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