Poetry | Free Verse

Birdsong and Battlecries

On the sorrow of patience

Hands red to the elbow trickle-down economics of life draining the poor of what they never owned

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and casting slippery shadows across trembling thighs beneath a trembling friend under star-crossed skies

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Hold it in he cannot afford his investment but can’t pay out without your help and the red gets everywhere and seems to make everything simpler

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whomp whomp whomp

when the trembling stops the mo(u)rning begins and the glass smears from both sides.

Sometimes it takes them too long to arrive and for those who did not belong there in the first place, all one can do is wait, hope, and afterwards, mourn.

American writer