The Ecphorizer
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"...revenge..." -Poe, "The Cask of Amontillado" Now to the Bleeding Hearts Club come along.
She had been whole, Almost an apparition, almost song, Almost an Irish air danced liltingly Tuned palpable to image lyrically Her heart, her soul. But Two, for selfishness, had become One– Fused blunderer– Melded of rot and rotten, ukase done From each to each: Steal As You May And Maim All Witnesses. Now have they earned their blame Who injured her? And did they think never to be illumed Who injured her? No poet to shape words to show they doomed Too much of her bright mirth? No poem pled For Justice to behold them as they fled From hurting her? Posed in their danse macabre see them stilled As blunderer United of the Two, demon-fulfilled, Laved in these words. So shrewd they were, a dunce Affirms them to Forever that they once Had injured her. Mystic amontillado shall be quaffed In scorn of her Not any sip. Now they are hushed who laughed Over her pain. Daft poets wall aside Such crimes in amber: hiding not to hide Who injured her. ![]() |
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