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The stench of death
Permeates the air
Others stare
Do not care
Hoopla Hoopla!
The Circus is in town!
Mother is the clown
On virtual display
To the marauding hyenas
Nostrils raised
In anticipation
We battle stagnation and subjugation
Of a past that refuses to acknowledge
It's own death ...
And still they circle,
Intent, carnivorous,
Joined in a narcissism
That knows no mercy.
I stand at the periphery,
Blade drawn
Mother is worn
Down by them
They are no friends!
Chinese Whispers
Follow us like
Incessant ghosts
Determined to host a reunion -
Blind to
suffering,
Chaos reigns!
And little minds
Share little
thoughts
They threaten, Hydra-like;
My sword lops a head,
Reveals the proliferation
To bed, to bed
One eye on the door
One ear to the floor
Evil eyes do their best
But are unequal to the task
I don my mask
As Ares erupts in my heart
And I must start -
Anew.
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