This Is What You Get

The cold night sky upon an exhalation

Behind my back I stomp and shout

Liquid burning as it enters my throat

 

 

whimpering, sniffling, shuffling

 

 

Shake their hands with plastered smiles

The ululations slowly soothe the aches away

 

 

A yearning unheralded and unwanted

As the trumpeter blasts merrily away, uncaring

 

 

It was only for a while, just a short while

When we lost everything

When we finally lost ourselves

In the crashing waves as they churn and churn and churn

 

©Ramon Sturdivant

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