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an ancient lyric, come to haunt, no longer a shield, now thinner, of gossamer consistency, a tissue-thin papyrus, “my poetry to protect me” the poem words always were a clarinet reed, capable of singing, a highest pitch voice for turning blades of clean steel clean away, now blunting paper bunting, penetrated. re-formed my shield, re-purposed, into a stabbing instrument offensive, my poetry pricking tearings in my worn thin fabric tapestry, woven from linen excuses of why I can’t, why couldn’t I. this is life. moats becoming drowning pools, castle walls reversed to entrapments, wrecking machines, boulders hurling, medieval defenseless against modern rhymes giving away to free verse horde onslaught. too late to apologize to myself, alas, my words, my protectorate, island redoubt, now ruined by doubts treachery breech birthed from within, these verses hollow point bullets engineered, Caesar’s words clarified, you, et tu, are Brutus too, two, for the price of one, betrayer and betrayed.
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Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 5:44 PM UTC
“my poetry to protect me”
an ancient lyric, come to haunt, no longer a shield, now thinner, of gossamer consistency, a tissue-thin papyrus, “my poetry to protect me” the poem words always were a clarinet reed, capable of singing, a highest pitch voice for turning blades of clean steel clean away, now blunting paper bunting, penetrated. re-formed my shield, re-purposed, into a stabbing instrument offensive, my poetry pricking tearings in my worn thin fabric tapestry, woven from linen excuses of why I can’t, why couldn’t I. this is life. moats becoming drowning pools, castle walls reversed to entrapments, wrecking machines, boulders hurling, medieval defenseless against modern rhymes giving away to free verse horde onslaught. too late to apologize to myself, alas, my words, my protectorate, island redoubt, now ruined by doubts treachery breech birthed from within, these verses hollow point bullets engineered, Caesar’s words clarified, you, et tu, are Brutus too, two, for the price of one, betrayer and betrayed.
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Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 5:44 PM UTC
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