At_Last

Streets G.F.E. McGuiness

Street nights. Vile specters swell from poisoned lips Incantations droned to drumming vows

Disenchanting chanted words Chill enough to rise as clouds To the ice of their fire. Clouds of rancor Clouds of hate Clouds of privilege, inordinate Clouds of malice Clouds of fraud Clouds of rigged perverted law Clouds of cloudy codes Clouded shrouds of green Banked beside the roads. Yet, clouds abort, Light pierced of day.

Exhortation, Weightless, Spirals to decay.

Callow covenant blessed Unaimed canon, Our lives Our limbs divest. Birthrights: Worship unmolested, Equality, Passage uncontested.

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