Yet More from The Chronicles of His Demise
Class Warfare
We are the ugly ones
who occupy the spaces
the beautiful would purify
with our absence. We will cling
to the spaces fate assigned us.
We will not go absent.
We will remain, steadfast,
and assert our place in the world
with a passion deeper than than that
of the beautiful
whose necks will bleed,
slashed by our knives.
The Muse
has used
me up.
Nothing
sacred
remains.
Slender
columns
of words
are all
I have
to sil
houette
the sky.
We are the ugly ones
who occupy the spaces
the beautiful would purify
with our absence. We will cling
to the spaces fate assigned us.
We will not go absent.
We will remain, steadfast,
and assert our place in the world
with a passion deeper than than that
of the beautiful
whose necks will bleed,
slashed by our knives.
The Muse
has used
me up.
Nothing
sacred
remains.
Slender
columns
of words
are all
I have
to sil
houette
the sky.
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Two more from The Chronicles of His Demise
Other stories by Gary Hardaway
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We are the ugly ones
Thank you, Matt.
I love the slender poem ...
Thank you, Erika.
*. beautiful!
"Nothing sacred remains" Damn.*
Thank you, Jerry.
Thank you, Tim.
Just like a muse to do that.
Thank you, Dianne.
We will cling... * (We must!)
Thank you, Beate.
Love the humor--and lie! in The Muse.
Thank you, Ed.
Just perfect, these two *
Thank you, Foster.
"I have to silhouette the sky", epic, wish I had written this! Nice, Gary!