Pandemic Triptych II: Duplicity
The puppet master’s driven duplicitous chaos
Crawls across
the page for all the world to see,
Raw in the
puppet’s incompetence.
Fight the
pattern, defy form, gift chaos.
We wrestle.
We shall
not sit in complicit silence.
Iago rapes
truth:
Forcing lies
into the lube less tightness of the endless hole.
In thin
places,
Anyone can
do fast and deep,
But skill
delivers long and slow.
To tear.
To dismember.
But depth
is stamina.
The enigmatic
English dismember[i],
Stands
jowl by cheek remembered.
In the Miltonic
caverns of your egregious hearts you know this is true.
Unleash
the well springs of our hearts.
Weep for perfidious
Albion.
Copyright
© Lottie
E. Allen
The Feast
of St David, 1 March
In the
Year of Our Lord Two Thousand and Twenty-One
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