On Virtue
By Eric Mohrman

relax—it’s lax, it

           lacks

con-
sequence, we

have faith, but no faith
in
faith

the
quaint
graces      fall         a-              way

see-
king a
pale      wealth        of               powders

un-
quiet sky shakes
out
its

saints

are ashes

Eric Mohrman is a poet and freelance writer living in Philadelphia. He has no BA, MFA, or degree of any sort, nor intentions to acquire one. His poems have appeared in a previous issue of Prick of the Spindle, Big Scream, Portland Review, The Furnace Review, Moria, and other journals.

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