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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