The Tory and the Hare
poetry December 29th, 2009
Thud Thud
war bombs
lights ablaze
manikins of bankruptcy
stooges of deceit
manage the precedence
of the rapt elite
Gore and murder
destruction amuck
desires of a geometer
hones its target
Bad luck
For those who dally
in the fields of dreams
the scarlet rain
from up above
Drains
The innards of a mortal soul
the manners of a hollow abode
left by the rafters in the field
a callous act, a shallow deal.
When the death is done
in pale despair
the apt intent
of those deceived
relays the myth
from below the ground
that soft is black
and white abounds
and as the Tory
and the hare
reduce it all
to a flight, a stare
and when the deluge
trickles down
the mystic gains
its thorny crown.
