Games
Mind beyond bits the mandate blur,
Adjust sad gaze on faces blank;
Dead meat now fits that weary slur.
Grief flavours craze in broken ranks,
Aware too late of beastly charm;
Meet then the stakes where sharp cracks cut,
Echoes fling date as fate alarms.
Oblige odd make where foibles jut,
Frame discord here in violent clash.
Trouble marks well the grim groundswell,
Hurl language clear in lies that slash;
Rush brittle spell in taunting tell,
One by one see the hurting end;
Niche of harsh fire with pungent plans
Escape in spree of caustic blend;
Stack straight brusque pyre in fatal spend.
Leon Enriquez
09 November 2016
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2016
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