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Mayhem
The jester laughed
over the cup that crashed
a splash
Watched from behind
the eyes of the mask
standing witness, judge
and jury.
There was a gasp
filled the room
right up through to the dome
where the sky was painted
a flesh and bone fresco
Questions pulled like
teeth grown infected
out of every presented
answer.
While the maiden wept
within the corner
a blood spotted handkerchief.
The child born unwanted
within the ally
cried for the forgotten
but they danced on the graves
of those who never came home.
So wove the tale
the jester did
for the profit of a pair
of watching eyes
decked all in silver
and gold
8:01 PM - 11/14/2007 -
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