Tattered Poem by John Weber

Tattered



I flap, remembered
through treacherous gusts:
freedom dismembered
by old bloodline trusts

assuring collapse
with floods of treaties
prompting a relapse
of diabetes

bursting the synapse
in chemical sway,
tightening those bootstraps
till trust fades away.

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John Weber

John Weber

Milwaukee, WI
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