Sunday, November 10, 2013

Buried Deep

A wisp, a wasp, an ant
The elusive tune

Stuck, quagmired, around swollen ankles
Hands held aloft

Percussion, drumbeat, drumroll
Take a bow

Applause on cue
Shots fired

Renunciation.
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