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Friday, May 10, 2013

the soldier

The queen's maidens dress her,
as the king's men get bathed;
all adorned in flowing red.
Crimson rivers echo
far from ballroom laughter.
Silk kisses skin
much softer  than iron.
Hands fasten gowns
whilst a blade unbuttons flesh.
Deceitful rule expands
as the the truth withers thin.
Monarchy chokes on fat
the soldier starves
and takes his last dance steps.

© May 10, 2013 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

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