PIETY
When the carrion calls
this is your destruction
you are drunk with distain
Your body is a yew tree
into which a maiden
dips her momentary fingers
You are now a snake
which slithers
towards the black cave
together your
dreams are stillborn
the still night interlopes
with your deft piety
disheartened
Copyright © Antony Glaser | Year Posted 2024
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