The Guillotine Poem by White Tiger
The Guillotine
The blade is steady, shiny and sharp
Like the strings of an ancient, melodic harp
The blade runs silently, up and down its grooves
Like a well oiled machine, Synchronizing its moves
The blade is tested, on a daily basis
So it can bring justice, to this sinfull oasis
Sooner or later, it will cut through breath
Severing the line, between life and death.
C. Vergara
11.30.2007
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