Joker laughter

on the stairs

Harlequins dancing


Cities rise

and then they crumble

into ash

and broken rubble

Babies cry

at mothers’ breast

and ancients

creep into their rest

Yet here I wait

on one green hill

For someone to say

I can stay until

My creativity

has been spent

And my voice from

my throat is rent…

But no one comes

to calm my fear

and my canvas lies here

White and bare

While stars streak fire

from the sky

and the air is torn

by battle cries

For whatever it was

I had to say

Would not have stopped this


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