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Freed At Last

Updated on November 30, 2012

A sheep in wolf’s clothing,

my tongue cuts heart like a double-edged sword,

break bones and crush diaphragms

words breeds soul like specter-guided algae bloom

give life to those who seek hope

death to those who turn tail and swim away,

for I make a mockery

of theories, hypothesis, vain rationalizations

of the human mind.


I sit on heaven’s throne

a bishop amongst pawns,

heralded as a celebrity within a celebrity and

wolves that languish at my feet

begging to lick the crumbs off my plate

while I pet them on the top of their heads,

saying, “good dog, good dog.”


After all is said and done,

the jury comes back with the verdict:

not guilty, and I leave the courtyard

on a red carpet tongue with bulbs of hard work

flashing in my woolen face

where I move flocks with mere words

from one mountain to the next.

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      Thomas Silvia 5 years ago from Massachusetts

      Great and cleverly written poem which made it a wonderful read !

      Vote up and more !

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 5 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Powerfully and cleverly put. Sort of like saying throw the poor dog a bone that's about all he deserves for his efforts. Must break the chains and be free. Love the pics.

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      Albert Kivak 5 years ago from Cemetary

      Thank you. Means a lot to me.

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      B. A. Williams 5 years ago from USA

      Very nice poem and I loved the last two lines especially.

      Well done!