torn in pieces
forlorn in prayer—
we pick them up
trumpet and pipes
the sound is near—
bought and sold
we work in fear
along the sky
the shadows wake and rise—
this truth we take as lie
beheld despite our eyes
evil has roots
the roots dig deep
into the earth until
it suffocates
unable to move
this seat is empty now—
the leaves lay strewn
as autumn fades
and autumn’s left—
while empty roads lead on
reflecting still
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2017
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