Land of Giving
In the land of giving where orphans
openly share their palms of humility
upon the fist of rough winds
bearing the expired porridge
warmed by brown sacks of hope,
they flicker in candles waning blank.
This is the purest of a melody
soaked in gaunt eye-drops
singing alone,
infecting blue stars
to radiate into their creased fingers.
And the voice of alleys returns
with the same promise for another dawn
fading in yellow, stretching the reams
of grasses growing tall, taller
than the limbs of a city enduring
all the empty cans,
where mediocre socialite- smiles
don their thickened masks
on faces dark as hardened liver…
all this hypocrisy in the land of giving.
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Charlotte Puddifoot's Dark Poetry Contest
8/10/2014
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2014
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