I once spied you
Angry
Hostile
A fist of iron
Working always working.
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You held me hostage
With misfits
Two whores
And a corpse
Slapped in the middle
Beaten and bruised.
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I want it in black and white
Not complicated
All that is offered
Paid in silver coins
All you deserve
Your testament.
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Tell me
What can I do?
How can I defend you?
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I remember how you were
Before the flood
Cold bitterness
Grey granite face.
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Before you sip from the chalice
Drip with crimson wine
Consider
Compassion
A mother’s child
An empty vial
A finger in the sand.
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This is my plea.
Life From A Park Bench 