The Farce of Triumph

by PainKiller

Posted to Poetry on 2003-12-16 10:41:00

I doggedly pushed the horn to its home
grasped like a penance
from a seizure of thorns
Ungraspable grips
Inescapable dew-
Sighs like a breeze
saws thru trees and thru your
sweet intimations
One and the same-
Have you come to this place
so scarred
and lost in you ravaging
wonderings
that you can not tell who
you are any longer?
Look hard at the knifepoints
of your eyes;
Humanity
lay there in copious amounts-

Abandonment
and your overworked
wanderings
have amounted
to nothing at all…..


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