Six Lunes for Troubled Times

The problem always
Differs from
Preconceived ideas


Buzzards fly
When death’s already
Shown its face


Silver palaces
Stand upon
Broken backs and vows


Concession:
The first and last rule
Of silence


He stepped out into
Empty space
Where justice once was


Tall gray clouds
Sit high on the town:
Its last sleep

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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