Tuesday, March 9, 2010


He stops, and all about him fairly gape,
for such an outburst simply is not done
if speaker wants to keep his mortal shape
or any mortal shape, since everyone
around the table has been oft transformed
or mutilated fairly at the limb
and left for dead or just to walk half-warmed
as he has. All have memories gone dim
occasionally flaring who knows when.
Now, as he shuts his mouth and looks about,
He realizes that these other men
are just as he is. There can be no doubt
that his is not the only spirit caged
nor his the only soul to've been enraged.

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