O'Er
we are but poets
the woman yelled
into the vacant crowd
poet I say
left emotionally
scarred bearing
one's soul
over time between
a sudden blow of carny
mirth fascist beliefs
tarnished by eternal
immortality
where greatness
is found in stone
Copyright © Yolanda Nicholsen | Year Posted 2015
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