Black-maned, toothless, his circus overturned
Ushered to the gallows of his making:
Quiet the giddy executioners
A hooded prayer, then loose legs shaking.
Monday, August 27, 2012
Portentous Quatrain #1
An arrow guide the spider-thread across
Tested, trusted, tried swaying under foot:
The untouched cloud a testament to loss,
From mountain pulled: a cap, a bone, a boot.
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