Ode to a Highlander

M. Stanley Bubien

I held blood-stained hands before my face. "Again I have killed!" I cried. "I deserve death! Who can give me what I deserve?"

"Deserve? Or desire?" Conscience said at my side.

"There's no difference!"

"Yes, but immortal you are. You will never find punishment in death."

Transfixed on my red palms, I replied, "Never will I find death. But forever will I find punishment."

Copyright ©1996 M. Stanley Bubien. All Rights Reserved.

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June, 1996 Issue #3

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