My Plea

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I once spied you

Angry

Hostile

A fist of iron

Working always working.

You held me hostage

With misfits

Two whores

And a corpse

Slapped in the middle

Beaten and bruised.

I want it in black and white

Not complicated

All that is offered

Paid in silver coins

All you deserve

Your testament.

Tell me

What can I do?

How can I defend you?

I remember how you were

Before the flood

Cold bitterness

Grey granite face.

Before you sip from the chalice

Drip with crimson wine

Consider

Compassion

A mother’s child

An empty vial

A finger in the sand.

This is my plea.

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