Puppets dance uniformly
In boundaries of assigned squares
Starvation and gluttony
Rapidly grow into a common pair.
Portrait couples,
Afraid to catch an eye,
Stir in quiet shame
Of feeble attempts to rekindle
Sparks……of a Duraflame.
These are but a few dark truths,
Which add to the sum of Silent Fright,
And which swiftly fall from my heart
Now that I have seen the end’s light.
© 2001, 2012, 2016 Mark Rogers
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