ONE LOOK

 

one look

my eyes gaze

through clouded avenues;

wolverine echoes

saunter into streets

of abstinent haste.

 

I heard the dance

of simple women

as ecstasy

was offered

but never once

in any truth fulfilled

 

and I never

did understand

the bemoaning

of the martyrs

as they lay their heads

under the guillotine

 

A fate they

most certainly

hastened to bring

swiftly

& precisely

upon themselves




 

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