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Jul 2016
Split in two
a man stands headless
yet
unaware of his recent
decapitation.
He looks around with his
fingers and toes
lord knows what is to come
of this horseman
dilapidated and
sour
scolded for his hate
that grates on his
being
only seen by those
who stood before him
judged, weighed, measured
and found
dangling
off of the short end
of the stick.
Written by
Joel David Liscio
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