Last Chamber Empty

Illusion to who

or better to whom

the window opens shut

An image ingrained

 often betrays

a rose that’s long been plucked

The sun in the moonlight

darkness to burn

a promise made to none

Glory unproud

 its victory profane

—the truth an empty gun

 

(The New Room: April, 2021)

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