Friday, April 20, 2012

raise the shadows

When they came to raise the shadows
All the lesser creatures squeaked
The doctors, the nurses, and the surgeons’ harrow
As the underbelly opened and leaked
The sickest passed as millions gasped
The sickness lasts as culprits sneak
To claim a throne that does not exist
Such power is an ugly, divine mistress
Of fame, a crown, and the tax collector’s list

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