The Ancients
uncrushable flounders agile in dust,
they fawn below marble,
hoping to butterfly-kiss our toes.
these stricken veterans of misdeed,
such anachronous anchors,
zealous civilizational shackles.
they apologize, yet whiny,
hurling both jibes and pleas,
barbed as they barb with their not-so-gone sins:
“suffer, suffer,
you should and you will--and you have--
because we were so damn cruel.”
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7/11/24
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