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ravendave Dec 2016
left foot                                                 right foot
toes flex                                                ankles whisper
such tendons                                         soothing calves
little hollows                                          backs of knees
firming hams                                          singing strings
so maximus                                           her gluteus
spine serpentine                                     how undulous
soft shoulders                                        rounded corners
hands caress                                         twin handrails
her flight arrests                                    a backward glance
what are you                                        staring at
only you                                               ascending love
ravendave Nov 2016
such infant hunger
her tiny lips shining
where breast milk bubbles
ravendave Nov 2016
Monday killed her, murdered in the dawn.
Wednesday bore the box wherein she lay.
Tears of Thursday saddened all the ground.
Friday swore of vengeance for the crime.
Saturday, indifferent, held his peace.
And Sunday ****** all the days to hell.
ravendave Nov 2016
her starless eyes
dark as bibles
beg me to bless
her little black heart
ravendave Nov 2016
The soldier and the sailor know
the price they have to pay-
the lover and beloved know
which heart will leave, or stay.

In a world where lies are truth disguised
and every Sisera has his Jael-
the people stand and watch, appalled
at the bitterness of betrayal.
ravendave Nov 2016
The lines are not so long today, my friend.
Stay close. Do not wander.
Our Leader has assured us
we will be fulfilled. The past
has never been as kind to us

as our Leader is today.
And all he asks from us in return
is a bit more fear,
a bit more anguish,
a bit more loathing.

Surely we can give him that,
my friend. Have you heard
the new plan the Leader has asked
us to fulfill? Such a wonderful thing,
my friend. More grain, more bread,

more meat, more fuel for everyone.
And all the Leader asks of us
is that we work even harder.
Look, my friend, the line grows shorter.
Soon we will have bread,

if any remains. We will return
to our families with food for our bellies,
and before the broken bread
we will thank our Leader
for freeing us from the tyranny

of the Left (or was it the Right?
I can't remember) that kept us
down for so long.
Trust me, my friend.
Better times are coming soon.
ravendave Nov 2016
the young ginkgo
tender yellow leaves
how they tremble
little duck feet
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