Poem – AZURIST’S INDIGO HAND (By Joseph Cavera)

AZURIST’S INDIGO HAND (By Joseph Cavera)

Cracks fault my indigo hand

Post “D” I must not land

This bastard child, what is it worth?

My dark offspring in two past six

Is it immoral that a lad give birth?

A grand graphic scratch I wish I could nix

Arid sands form a cloud in my brain

As I rush a conclusion to this horrific quatrain