Wednesday, May 25, 2011

HARASSMENT, by Liliane Doak

And so says we
Behold times three
Sink down to the dirt

Dancing free
Forever be
A stain in the grass

Laughing we
Death to thee
Silence all around you

Circle we
Laughing three
Crying without sound

Stones thrown we
Struck times three
Blood ever falling

Cackle we
Alone is thee
No one left to mourn you

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