Joplin Sell Poet Free verse

The Lost Unicorn

Where is the last Unicorn
In this world?
Has somebody captured her,
And not let her go,
Did she become angry at men’s dreams,
And leave,
Was she driven by war,
Into the sea?

Maybe she is lost,
Trapped in New York’s alleyways,
The last drop of whiskey,
On the lips of a dead bum,
Maybe she fled to Mongolia,
And became a Buddist monk,
Or maybe she’s ringing the bells at St. Peter’s,
As she cries in silent prayers…

Oh, where is she,
That Unicorn?
The pure and hope,
Love and faith,
The chastity and charity,
Real and unmasked,
Lost and the last…

Find her, people,
For she will die soon…

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