Tuesday, April 06, 2021

NaPoWriMo, Day Six, Poem Six





Gone Down

Less is more messiah.
Flock waited so long
for you to have points,
 
ripe and ready for
magic words instead
of manifesto.
 
Play the same notes:
a,b,b,a b,a,b,a,b,b,a, 
mix consonance to be clever.

No one dares ask 
to read over, believe
tablets too heavy to take.
 
Last year's wisdom 
contradicts, but carved
in disappearing stone.

Commands feel like
all spoken for. They pretend
it's a game, play catch-up.
 

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