J-K-M-N (No 'L')

David Snyder

my self is shaped

to better for her

my beginning was benign

vicissitudes of life arose

red not metal in anvil

hammered relentlessly

over and over

shaming Job

isolated moments

of contrived joy

little substantive

until god spoke

and delivered


the light of my world

darkness no longer sustains

perdition forsaken

threshold of paradise gained