Dmagnet-In the New Nowhere
Calling you up
on the phone
all 1600 of us
are on the line
between the hours of two and 4 am
free falling
75 miles an hour
shattered me like glass
struggling we go to the edge
a procession for the king
the subjugated called
bringing news
speaking in tongues
flayed
l learn to shut up, listen while
hopelessness, plagues, drought and suffering
escape
leaving only this skin hanging on the branches
withdrawn and awake
in the new nowhere
Copyright © Robert Sciasci | Year Posted 2014
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