I have heard your call

Sweet as the scent of sadness;

Perfumed stained embraces

In the darkness of your silence

Blinding us the chosen.

Names signed in fine calligraphy

Speaks with grace, articulation

swindles. You greet

when in need to satisfy

hunger, claiming lives.

Without negotiation

your authority is great,

we bow before your presence

without choice, loyalty–

begs the question, why?

Your simple lessons

remembering to smile

gives love to each moment,

touch to grief’s weak knees. Seconds

late could spell:


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