Hang your heads in shame
gorging on the frozen sun.
He is dead.
turns a lesser world,
its iron heart
oblivious to your mis-timed gaiety.
your joy is only surrender to a moment of light
in a dark place
Copyright © Cat Wood | Year Posted 2019
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