as redemptive gaze is averted
by entourage of princes
as they end tour of rage
under soaking purple flags
that rain testament to
that book now shut
upon so many days still to come
in sun that full circle falls
thunderous march to next oration
where bust of pericles
cries verdigris tears
did you know friend pierrot
not one prince noticed me in this ravine
filling with their flags clotting
coagulated in aggregation
only you have shed a tear
and offered me a black rose
as they march by
with ozymandian stride
to their victory banquet
halls filled with dogs
who will sleep with full stomachs soon.
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Author:
Jon Nakapalau (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just hoping we can all come together.
- Category: Surrealist
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