moonlight

My words drip in lupine sarcasm

hasten wit, but fall flat in envious

teeth gnashing, hands vying,

seeking attention that doesn’t exist

because of the malignant conspirators

contriving plots against the masses

living in fear of the governments

that should live in fear of them & the

cycles of change – did you know that Rome fell?

It was in the paper last week.  I heard,

says he, who watches the fluttering of my chest

as the bird under my breast bone

sings, so that it might one day be free.

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