Capital q Poetry
Poetry from the fellow Trent Bellwood
9/27/12
Headless
Feeble, under steeple
he listens to his people
Stable, like a fable,
He holds them encabled
Overripe, on a pike,
His people take a hike
Now to the country o'er
Build one up, and lower
Reapers seeking token,
Headless body: broken.
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