deserted in the desert
of the dusk of my youth
to stagger and stumble
on the swamp of unemployment
to become trapped
in the trap of poverty
but i am now intoxicated
with red wine
that divine love demanding a dance
expecting from this toddler of grace
a demeanour of the man
who embraced
his death in loin cloth
leaving elegance
his fabric of glory to enemy
to cover shame
the stink in soul
and with cream covering
aging wrinkles
henry victor 11.10.2011
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