Tattered
I flap, remembered
through treacherous gusts:
freedom dismembered
by old bloodline trusts
assuring collapse
with floods of treaties
prompting a relapse
of diabetes
bursting the synapse
in chemical sway,
tightening those bootstraps
till trust fades away.
Copyright © John Weber | Year Posted 2010
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