Midnight
Parents raise their young
In efferent flavor of
The new sunrise.
But as the great star sets,
We become beasts that hunt
For nothing less than
Suppression.
Medallions are too effervescent
For this ridiculous perversion.
I stand center stage un-claiming
A sweated brow now.
To anticipate silver is to
Masturbate an antithesis of meaning.
This proposal disturbs my silence
And I refuse in a tantrum—revocation.
Copyright © Ian D. Campbell | Year Posted 2022
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