TRAPPED
So here lies the wreckage -
between the sun and moon;
between the ancient world and new -
its audience waiting
for the celestial firefighter
to cut them all out
and take them home.
It is the only escape
from the carnage of politicians.
© Griffonner 2023
Poetry by Griffonner
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Written on 2023-11-26 at 11:13
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