Voice of Glory
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you sing ...
from the mocking mask of the
ashen August moon
you laugh ...
from the tummy tickles of
braided pigtails and jelly shoes
you cry ...
from the mud-streaked and blistered
bloat of hunger
you whisper ...
from the ruined truth of a
deathbed admission
you whisper, yet ...
from the ruined lies of passion
pledged in pity
you scream ...
from the thin, bitter, orange film
'neath my tongue
you breathe your last ...
from a gasping bite of the cruel, crushing
winter wind ...
and a prayer for ... release.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2021
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