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The madhouse’ magic whore


The madhouse’ magic whore
Spellbind’s us in all her statue astute
Nakedness

The green girdled snakes rise
Hissing smiling teeth
The python’s loving kindly grip

The blue, dark blue night its
Hidden charms alarms
At suggested sinister sounds

That once snow white sheep
Bound now for its life’s end
To mutton up our plate

The sword edge of history
Blunts, scabrous venemous
Spear thrusts, guillotines
Counts wars of peace

The scream, the endless scream
We see the grimace mask
We hear not the pain

Our automaton existence
Us millions locked in step
Eyes sewn shut march singing
Over the cliff

The sleep, oh yes, the sleep of babes
Those pink cheeks laugh, chuckle with health
What will they find
When they awake

Malcolm D B Munro
Wednesday 15 March, 2017

 

 

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