Little Men in Uniform
See the blind puppets dancing,
little men in uniform.
Echoes of a shapeless voice,
a broken choir without form.
Armour of a weeping child,
a lonely dog in the rain.
Rusted nail in an orchard,
clustered in an open plain.
Portraits of the shadow men,
hanging from the lifeless trees.
Branches aching from the cold,
a gentle rare cool breeze.
Polished seed in a garden,
a subtle soul in a shell;
buried deep within the soil,
a dry stone inside a well.
Goat tied to electric fence,
haunted child locked in a pen.
Sleeping with the fearless ghosts,
blind puppets among mad men.
Outlined figure in the cold,
rusted nail lost in the norm.
Empty shield of the tamed soul,
little men in uniform.
Toronto ON
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Mihail Alboiu 1/27/2018 |
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