The Warning
- barrywthall
- Feb 18
- 1 min read
We return
William
To you.
Your little demon
Now swinging
From a stick.
Painstakingly wrapped
In luscious black
And sealed
In a
Wrought case.
Leaden,
Glistening.
Now,
Don’t you
Feel safer?
Salved?
Satisfied?
So grateful
That so far
This isn’t you?
Watch him
Creak and sway.
Counting
The moments
That he
Is dead
And you
Are alive.
He is your warning!
The tides
And moon
Will offer him
Deep reflection.
So you
Must also learn
A lesson ...
We have
Everything
Under
Control.
Just
Ask
Jobling.
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