a cortège at curtsy
flashing blue lights slice the rain
the mouldering of the blue-bloodless corpse
repository of a lake of tears as crocodile as
the cortège that snakes out of this sad country’s demise
the roaring future flattened forever
this day will be the low before the falling
lights going out in the eyes of boredom
all the opiates of the masses have debased the currency
the disenfranchisement of a summit without a view
a valley without a river a street without lights
i’ve seen it all before sees it again
and again it takes a poem’s pause
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