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Pearls and bones making their way
to histrionic embattled days...
Ermine nights, crystal-dark halls
leading to Ophelia, Lady MacBeth,
dead, but not.

Charles, Phillip, how many dungeons
with mangled, chained Edwards- -
butterfly monarchs delicate passages.
Demanding Jefferson's return.

Freedom of rights. Rights of Freedom.
In azure seas of leisure.
Which coast failed, returned dying?

History repels, history compels, what
rights does history have
to adamantly coerce
pearls and bones?
Lessons for the struggling lost?
One beggar announced sacrosanct
embittered phrases, admonishing.

Our hands are rankly garroted.
Surmise a simpler course to amend
outrageous, felonius harbingers of
theft.

What writers we could have been.


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elysabeth faslund

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yahoo-s-destruction/