One of my epic tragedies
Is the lack of play
And time I gave
To the stories
You petitioned
In my own fifth year
I would tell the hours
Spent inside
A hunchbacked
Charnel house
A tortured foundling
Seeking love
And forever
Abiding there
It seems the slack
Of lash required
To bind a world
Into a comfort
Or a distress
Slips my
Inquisition
Now
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013
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