StatueA Poem by Abigale LeCavalierStatue An uneasy moving target, the only psychopath in the room.
It’s the blood on the fingertips that gives him away, ominous really.
And the nature of his aggression, the only Palm in a Pine forest.
Easily identified, understanding, the only determination.
It’s something in the eyes, perceived intensity.
As his heavy footfalls thunder down a crowded hallway, leaving rocks where a statue use to stand.
Trading a broken heart for the hourglass.
Sympathy, tinged with regret.
A dead ringer with a caustic smile, swiftly lighting a cheap cigarette. © 2010 Abigale LeCavalier |
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