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Tuesday, December 11, 2018


A humor plagues me
Sardonic, mal-adaptive
Sick with illusions

Stretched thin and vacant
The broken spirit returns
Its dim spark dusted

Chipped and crumbling stones
Bronze markers greened by weather
Failing memory

The grave digger laughs
Asleep on designer beds
The decorous dead

Bitter with irony
Lives, terrible and trifling
Proud and wicked

Bold as the golem
Hungry as a legion, swine
Feeding at the trough

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