a harp unstrung


east or west

distinguish the laughter

from the love

the edge of your opinion

chains hold its true shape

a wild animal

pounds on the walls

break down the doors

and stomp on the west

were you speaking

from the reserve?

overrun with them

its too late

 © 2013 J.H.

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