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Shakespeare's Monkeys

Infinite Monkeys. Infinite Typewriters.

More in Mosquitobytes Volume 14: Contemno Venum - 2010-2011

Spondeo Nota

Profano Mortuus

Wind caresses my brow
Hair flailing
As dust peppers my flesh
Night air
Chills my bones
As my restive arms
Reach down
Seeking your embrace
The light of fireflies
Dance in my sockets
As the tattered remnants
If my finery
Falls in rags

Once

 

 

You asked if I would die

 

For you


Here


Now

As you look upon me


Still held aloft upon this pike

 

 

 

Know

 


That I did

© 2011, Mosquitobyte
 

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