Revelator

Revelator

Mike Bonikowsky

Lo, he comes: The revelator,
To tear the plaster from the wound
That, black and stinking, it might breathe.

Lo, he comes
To hold the image to the light
And name the shade a cancer.

Lo, he comes
To show that all our pretending
Comes to nothing in the end

But the boot of the strong
On the face of the weak, again.

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Mike Bonikowsky
Poet & Caregiver

Mike has a recent book of poetry Red Stuff published by Solum Literary Press. Pre-order here.

Photography by Spencer Bergen