Detente

Detente

Cheated ravens depart screeching aloud.

The posse lumbers close behind;

lilly-white robes dull from seclusion

In back-wood rooms & halls,

Crunching boots concealing rotten soles.

As the figure in red-white plaid

Absently forms snowy shapes & words,

She watches the detente & dangling

Nylon link, it’s open maw swaying

In the breath of winter ides.

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