One Too Many
the cry of one shall fade
among the masses
consumed
by wailing tongues
of ululation
the heart of one shall shrivel
denied
connection
to its roots
discolor
in its death
the eyes of one shall stare
blank hope
scanning
the darkened crust
of time
the hands of one shall cling
to an endless
emptiness
caressing that
which is no more
the voice of one shall curse
the will of men
laid dormant
at the feet
of their gods
John G. Lawless
©6/6/2018
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2018
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