Sonntag, 29. Mai 2016

not any

The death
the
Master
for the last
breath

put him
the hand
on his
lips
that
he be silent

His eye
looking for a
last word

bigots
to his bed
stand
their fingers
with gold
ringed
the black
falling cloth
over head
and body
they can
save not any

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