Follow Suits

 

When the suits all follow suit

In a hideous pursuit 

Of a nameless beast unhallowed

Designers dressing a brute

Treed bearing poisonous fruit

Only innocence has swallowed 

Timed by a clock that has not hands

Drowning in a soundless summer din

Bathing in shock none understands

Empty shadow grounds dissolved within 





Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-03-26 at 16:58

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Her Face Before Dawn
by Chaucer Whethers