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"The Monarch's Wings" by Joe DiMino
I really would be first to admit
I know so little about
Right and wrong
(perhaps, even less of truth)
Till the outcome;
When the hope
Finally lands safely,
Or that painted sliver
Of quarter moon
After thrown
Comes back
Not to clobber
Or haunt
As endless circles-
So, right or wrong
We agree upon…
When we agree upon;
And the Bible tells
Us so…
Depending on the
Translation-
Those subtle nuances
That sometimes lead
To great wars;
Yep, most of what
We think we know
Is handed down
And down and down
Before our down
It is a cooperative-
And far lower
I would guess
The pure axioms
Of a Higher monarch,
The Giver
Of our fly's
Only large
And
Colorful
Wings
When
Exercised
Alone....