Centered
the piano strings that thread
the telephone poles
just outside where i reside
hum a stale tune through the clouded air
exit
a horrid sound
fills black
the evil heart
i fear their poisoned blood
will flood
the terrain
of an already ailing world
and you know
it is the vulnerable who suffer first
every chord in my body distorted
with no knowledge
of who i should address
i fall to my knees
whisper the word
“mercy”
Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2019
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