Churchbell
Bones of rotting timbre mimic
morgues of truth
Pleading memories of oaths to rigor
mortised youth
Snide sacrosanct hides under
shrouds of pride
placing careful snares under
gleaming stares
These selective few
they ingratiate you...
Even the doubtful few
These ephemeral ghosts clapping at
unspoken jokes
Wheezing from their throats to
laugh as they choke.
Copyright © Priscilla Willis | Year Posted 2010
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