Staging
poem by e.e.cane
Jan. 31, 2021
A depression of mind
charms the emperor’s palace
Children play, hats and
holes in shoes,
investing wholly until exhausting
themselves body sore and
days between baths
Walk carefully, the
marble paths to the
cathedral are slippery
In their shine, the
snake-eyed reflection
The gold organ pipes writhe
and their music burrows
pockets empty
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