Ignoble

Ignoble

A Poem by Zorrin86

Her sidelong glances shuddering
Like a cultured miasmas of suffering, 
Where the Sultan's daughters sit in alleys 
Begging bread from the muggers. 
The pattering of rain on bridges overhead
Remind one only of dead cooks fleeing
To the hidden wine cellar
Where distraught dancers fashion daggers into lances. 
The old master counts his coins
In rhythm to a man screaming about justice, 
Sounds conjuring images of knaves marching in a circus
To make good on their ancestor's curses. 
The wretched farmers wearied by life's distresses
Hurl their seeds at the stars to spite their oppressors, 
Praying to the gods to unfamish their daughters
And purify their hands, ignorant to subtle caresses. 

© 2018 Zorrin86


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Added on July 27, 2017
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Zorrin86
Zorrin86

Louisville, KY



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A Poem by Zorrin86