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
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Written on 2024-03-26 at 16:58



