Crystal Night
the darkness pumps steps
down smoke streets, burning
light features the
cow-eyed, the clamped jaws
and forced laughter of those
with bent souls,
we are past all words, thought
is trapped in brown amber,
the night creeps round each corner
Copyright © Leslie Philibert | Year Posted 2016
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