Bulimic Panoply

Lucy Tonic

The delights are many

But sweetness is scarce

Sedation is plenty

The rest is a farce

The leaves are bat-wings

The berries are stale

The log- hollow, rotted-

A breath could impale

And yet it stands so

A beautiful beacon

To those that broke homes

And small towns did weaken

Away they flock to the lonely hills

Where each ad is the piper's tune

Of silent wishes unfulfilled an

Angels weep three times before noon

Published by Lucy Tonic

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