Cloaked figures
Hushed tones
A crowd waits
I can make out their words
"There is no dawn"
"It's settled, then?"
"We have to challenge them"
I don't know what to think
What is this
I've never heard about it
It seems odd
"All documents will be destroyed."
Watch.
A coolness.
A calmness.
Nothing I can do.
This is history.
Yet,
It was the one.
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Author:
M. Boyce (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 2nd, 2023 16:56
- Comment from author about the poem: Originally a found poem taken from an unknown book written by Daniel José Older.
- Category: Unclassified
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