David Walker Poet Rhyme

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The Handwriting of the Marionette

The Handwriting of the Marionette
David J Walker

The confessional was 
Paper-thin cursive in ink
A life of sin laid out in as few lines
As were memorable in a
Second person narrative 

The ventriloquist's voice opened 
The service with a far-off prayer
In another language of tongues
Which only the faithful could bare

As the maître de la marionette
Guided her signed confession

Utopia would open its gates
In the wake of the waves drowning
The funeral pyre 

So goes the soul as the steam rose
From the cut strings to the 
arcadian clouds somewhere higher 
And higher

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