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by John Hayes
Caught between the
suns
each blessings professes
while seers' sight is seared
I tender reluctance
to each
Persuasion, once proud, turned pendant
to fat-maddened jackals of error
Duty, now dotage concealed,
dulls cunning's conceit
between the suns
Caught between the
suns
each by false penance
self-atones to quiet conscience
I piecemeal poetry
to each
Smiles invented now deadpan ...
Callousness calls for clever hands
to shake and thus beguile
those quivering and contemptuous
between the suns.
Caught between the
suns
the one to the other
but indifferent reflections
I beg indulgence
of each
My researched beatitudes un-quicken
while too-clever deference
plays humble hapless bootblack
that spits (and shits) and shines
between the suns.
Caught between the
suns
she-bitching the other
in clown-clamorous civility
I interplead attention
to each
Device whores simpleness
while mettle malingers and expires
Goodness lies torqued and tortured
on gaunt granite faces, now graceless
between the suns.
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