Alone in the dark chair
now
I have bathed myself in
some
Soiled watery thoughts—
The world has brought…!
The state parchment of
law.
The lives lost in grimy
wars.
Losses yet to be seen
at sea.
The lonely bed of a
dying country.
Lions led by snarling
lambs!
Lambs that gnaw at the
souls of men.
Who lie, and hid in
casks,
Like leather rats,
waiting.
#5317/7-25-2016
(11:57
p.m.)
