Death On The Revolving Stage Poem by vince gullaci

Death On The Revolving Stage



"Who's the king of the blackbirds",
you can't wipe the smile
of the big crow's beak
cackling like Madame Defarge
working at the guillotine man's
feet.

Saturday, December 1, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: fantasy fiction
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