Stilts
Marching in single file, A prideful procession, Dressed in white and walking on stilts. An unstained innocent, Opening my eyes, Revealing their unattainable fantasy world. Raptured with rara avis; Every stale word escaping their lips, Appulsing my soft mind With tales of tribulation, magic kingdoms, brimstone and the supernatural. The leader, high-hatted and adorned in robes; The suit of the righteous; Signalled with his arms upraised Beginning the stampede. The lambs screamed and fell to the ground With echoes of glossalalia Coloring the scene. Trampling me, rushing to salvation. Leaving the frail for the slaughter. An unstained innocent until The day of deflowerment; A virgin sacrifice, a spoiled soul Another brick in the journey From shack to mansion In their sky houses.I'm revising this soon, please give me your suggestions. Especially as far as punctuation is concerned. Thanks! Written October 13th, 2001 © on Oct 13 2001 09:30 AM PST 0 • 13
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