The ferocious eyes of the rescuer
possess this wildest secret:
the weapon of victory in his fist
is simply death, his own.
JACKIE LEA SOMMERS
Author & Advocate
The ferocious eyes of the rescuer
possess this wildest secret:
the weapon of victory in his fist
is simply death, his own.
JACKIE LEA SOMMERS 
Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.
It needs some work, but it’s a poem in the novel I’m writing right now … it’s written by a 17-year-old boy in the story though!