#139 (white doves slain)

muddled thoughts

hiding like stray cats

behind the garbage bins

brimming with expired promises

black rain, smelling
of coffee and coal

the gutters full of blood

by white doves slain

inside voices shouting

meanwhile I’m sawing down

the legs on your stolen throne

verse by verse

2nd May 2017

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