he never heard
her shoeless steps
a knock neither
expected nor
suspected
a pressing hunger
what?
and need
a unresisting
monument
erected
what is this thing
that we call
life
what is this
carnival
this shadow play --
her never heard
her shoeless steps
it wasn't s'posed
to all go down
this
way
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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