Chenson Bennett

Black Feather - Poem by Chenson Bennett

Scribe your name with the tip of a feather,
Your sweat as the ink
And your grave as the post.
Write a letter of your past
And the title 'lies.'

Bleed your heart out,
Allow all to sit and listen,
Then re-enact a play,
The applauses become less,
They all know the game,
'cry wolf, ' die sleep,
Coat shaved,
Stop, listen, as a liar
lies in his grave.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, November 28, 2013

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