Will Ya Look At That
The ringworm made its way
passed me today
It had questions
regarding a simple matter
“A vagrant of a mad mans mad man”
he said I was
Then In awe
we saw
each others face
The ringworm recoiled
He stole the stars that foiled the plan
he depigmented the flush of colorless lives that now flood the land
We saw each others face
not far but near
plain and clear
out of fear
The ringworm has never been this scared of me
I’m usually the one dragging knees
further along
a smile weaved within concrete
I swear he’s usually brave,
competent and thoroughly fit for the task
Now he’s the noose we never thought to use
All the truths
will light the fuse
to torch the lake
it’s light should be fortunate
in the saving arms of the snake
We all get a little fortunate
when a ringworm crowns itself a Saint
Copyright © Martin Graham | Year Posted 2010
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