Cheese Crackers
The rise and fall of great mice.
A string on the tail let loose and set free.
The reach from here to there is one step.
A trampled mouse in the underground protected community.
Catches attention with the democrats.
It stirs up controversy of hate and hopelessness.
The rise and fall of great mice is near its end.
The steps are closer in proximity to and the width is formulating.
The voice is a sound squeak of protest.
A crowd gathers at the foot of a bed stool.
And people are still on the mantle covered in wax.
The applaud gathers and the cheer gets louder in silence,
as the numbers increase and scattered about in fewer numbers.
The political arena is fixed.
A thousand pieces scattered, a hungry audience awaits.
The fans are less then few, it gains in many through parables.
The vegetable soup is heated.
The wax is chipping by great nibblers of its history.
Somehow, the people that were there have vanished. A shiny
mantle is all that is left. A change of place has taken its course.
And the crowd begins this time with chips. The forms have shaped
with areas around and bent.
A laughter appears in hindsight. To that with which has no recognition to its relative. In solution to there of; a gesture of thought.
Recourse it is said its name.
Copyright © Brigett Hurley | Year Posted 2013
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