B. Sven Telander

# 9 - Poem by B. Sven Telander

For years the waiting queue denied fine ablutions
for vague prizes from a thief and a giver,
animated vocally with damnation grin’s absolution
in blustering song with substance a thin sliver;
wisdom found wanting in vessels acute
that sail external waters longing for noble bastion
of righteous kings with grasp on eternal minute
and flourishing power over killers of the question;
conjuring rules and hierarchy so bluntly sublime
creating a nemesis for the loving masses to abhor
paying tomorrow’s dues in a shrieking pantomime
and an unknown tollkeeper their soul murderers adore-
too fearful to recall what was bought or bartered
when that lonely dark crowd’s black flight was chartered.

Topic(s) of this poem: deceit, deception, control

Form: Sonnet

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 30, 2015

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