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A Poem by Patrick Davies
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 One punctured,

A tear falls from the other.

A fluid gathers around the head

Of the spike that slides -

The spike that bled.

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Cannot move.

The straps burn, the spike freezes.

Each muscle gripped, you can only scream

But the spike still slides -

The spike that gleams.

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She sleeps now.

 The spike, pleased with its servant now.

The spike, is not satisfied until

He bows to the will

Of the spike that slides -

The spike that kills.

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© 2009 Patrick Davies


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