Nothing to blow. Nowhere to hide. Just white-hot
slashes in your eyes. Strong to the core. Drifting
on the edge. Savaging the twisted wreckage,
leaving only a statue of Diana, the Roman goddess
of the hunt.

George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat Review, Moria Poetry Journal, Chronogram Journal, Ampersand Literary Review, the Angle at St. John Fisher College, and 3:16 Journal. George’s blogs, essays and letters have appeared in the USA Today, Wall Street Journal, the Atlantic, the Havana Times, the South China Morning Post, the Buffalo News, and more. 

See all his poems on Tea House here.

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