Wednesday, October 8

Sinon

SINON
the strangled men sleep, weeping oracles cast aside
and you, duplicitous, false counselor, impress a kingdom for a moment
that moment forever cursed

friend falser than fiend, never mouth what you mean
braver boasts the weary warrior, his days spent unsafely
night destined for treachery

giant your gifts, mendacious bellies, where the craven carved one last hope 
strange gods to praise deception—you slumber while numbers
mumble, stumble into a dupable city

where marbled men breathe their last, coined lips, blue eyes
insidious insinuations, perverted fabrications
no door opens to welcome
Sinon
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