Two Brass Asses Clash In Blades of Glass
two brass asses clash in blades of glass
as we stare looking sadly at each other
two donkeys in a lea, under a tree of hate
we bray at each other at all hours of the day
we stand in the branching shadow of mounting darkness
two donkeys in a lea, under a tree of hate
our eyes show contempt in the face of stringing sorrow
we stand in the branching shadow of mounting darkness
we break bread to live to hate upon being sated
two donkeys in a lea, under a tree of hate
we bray at each other at all hours of the day
we break bread to live to hate upon being sated
as we stare looking sadly at each other
connie pachecho
2/11/17
Copyright © Connie Pachecho | Year Posted 2017
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