To Frame a Door
.....a miner's tale
Entré vous
Was the cry oft-heard
A smile, a nod a welcoming embrace
Now circling high above it's prey
Grand masters seek their earthly throne
From hence to issue writs of folly
Perhaps these humans can be trained
As caution, cast like dandelion fluff
Takes pyre in hearts were once born free
And nod a glance to friends again
Né offer ashes that rise no more
12/11/20
Copyright © James Marshall Goff | Year Posted 2020
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