• Did this festival of danmned patriots,
    ever reclaim a remorseful
    regardless
    vagrant stare
    each with winter tiding

    the jester
    the criminal
    and the dragged upon witness
    whom sullied there shoes
    god of muck sent penance
    on its pale hoof
    the relentless straying no farther from manuscript destiny

    They crushed him with the sediment about him
    Fleeting neither light nor dusk
    And I watched
    Inside my black suit and red tie
    All to know frowned
    And all that spoke
    Lined up the chairs
    To shoot down
    A rain that never ended until
    The black Chevys dispersed the phantom grievers

    All your Polgergeists
    did their rthym repeat
    every step
    with guarded gates closely
    I searched with you
    deep walks were gathered there
    across and every step
    we did see the snow dampen
    printing press fiercely marched
    though we knew the snow
    would claim our nerves
    with each line to paragraph to chapter
    began uncommon

    On those snowy fields
    plastered into mind frame
    the world so flat
    as each shadow hunted
    fresh born
    fragile
    tired
    bitter
    longing for a chamber where the bed was already drawn out
    and a fire temple layed our feet dry


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