(a) Void Poem by Timothy J. Burgess
(a) Void
Societal issues, adorned with obtrusive stitches.
Seven in sodom still in the trenches,
Entrenched in the fissures
Of a stand still stent, rebelling the venerated tenure
Beneath the bleak and blacked out bleachers.
Hear their breached and breaking breathing
Behind the bending blows and blotted out.
The silence of the secrets persist in preaching
As time settles in for the evening.
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