Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Cloaked and covered

Clothed in shackled formals
A tie around my bonded neck
Like the caged bird who sings
I harp on useless jargon
Feet leadened by heavy wear
Like the chained elephants’ leg
Roar, he can, bellow at best
I scream to no avail
Layers of pieces stitched
Clothing cover my body
All that I will end up with
A piece of simple shroud
Silks and fancy polyester
Cuff links of gold, studded
Head to toe, each item
Reeks of nasty captivity.
The pure soul escapes
Discarding the body
Why do I then clutch on
To these useless dons

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