Often a Chair
Poetry. Sometimes with furniture.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
"How shall we escape?" etc.
Living in dire times we
Walk the wire between the fire
And the axe
Poised
At our necks.
Poison
Eats us alive.
"Their foot shall slide," etc.
Great is their misery,
"For hate is strong," etc.
When we fall,
Where will we land?
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