Tuesday 28 September 2010

Scapegoat.

They feed me
to the lions
and tear at my flesh.
'No one understands!'
I cry.

'No one understands!'
'Feed me to the lions!'

And they tear
and tear
'til I'm torn
and they think
their own wounds
are healed

(but if you knock
on their chests,
even barely,
you shall hear
a hollowness).

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