Thursday, January 6, 2022

Poem: The Ancients

 

The Ancients

 

uncrushable flounders, agile in dust, 

they fawn below marble,

butterfly-kissing our toes.

 

stricken veterans of misdeed.

anachronous anchors.

zealous institutionalized shackles.

 

they apologize, yet whiny,

hurling jibes and pleas.

barbed as they are with not-so-gone sins:

 

“suffer, suffer!

you will, you must, 

because we were so damn cruel.”




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'agile in dust' =>hallowed

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