23 january 2022
Erecting Another Totem
A conspiracy of the sort.
This is what I wanted
from you.
Abandoned in space―
between the eyes, you were
supposed to lead the humble light
for an elusive peace.
I was lost in the
lexicon of intrigues, the
nest of prudence of the
proverbial lap dance.
Standing at the gate
of morgue, waiting to receive
another caravan of
pseudo remains.
Like a Spartan, you will
not retreat, not bend, your feet
near the grave― still standing erect.
Like wasps the green words would zoom.
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