Crowded, alone
Faces stare,
Tears now mocked
Nostrils flare
Rope scent revealed
Contempt misread
Bared burden, uncaged
Flogged heart, tongue lashed
Upon highest toe,
Neck craves freedom
Silenced plea, despair fulfilled
Voided choice,
Stool kicked away
A lone crowd
Alas my fate
-J.G.Smith (03/05/05) re-worked (03/09/05)
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