My Voice
useless ependitures of breath
useless expenditures of breath
It's easy I suppose to
boil anything down
to a quip,
a soundbyte,
a sour note
to wrench a moment
from a conversation
twist it for your purpose,
screw it against a wall
or tack it over your bed
like some god- awful placard
that becomes your mantra
or your cross
complete with palm fronds
and strident voices
screaming loudly
"crucify him".
Mary
It's easy I suppose to
boil anything down
to a quip,
a soundbyte,
a sour note
to wrench a moment
from a conversation
twist it for your purpose,
screw it against a wall
or tack it over your bed
like some god- awful placard
that becomes your mantra
or your cross
complete with palm fronds
and strident voices
screaming loudly
"crucify him".
Mary
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useless ependitures of breath
useless ependitures of breath
