The Ventriloquists

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

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A quartet of imposters who seem to grieve

a mourning song for the deceased and reave

the harvested memories of the silenced grave

or the burning tongue of the crumbling stave.

 

Now gathered together for the last hurrah

laid to rest unwanted favours, unwritten law

who drew the straw first, who went for the kill

lost at the game, his turn to buried downhill.

 

Exit the ghostman, enter the reapers

harvesters to arrive, knock at the keepers-

masqueraders, magicians, morticians of time

riddle and thunder, poisioned pill rhyme.

 

Halls filled with jokers, black-veiled mourners,

the final act for the grifterous performers

and when the velvet drawn curtain falls swifty

at last over the wooden casket drawn stiffly

 

and the faintly whispers dawn-haunting at last

arrives the Ventriloquists.

 


Submitted: April 13, 2021

© Copyright 2021 L.E. Belle. All rights reserved.

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