a smoldering corpse

beneath a pale moon
murderers and slavers stood at the gate
plotting to pillage and burn
while the townsfolk threw bakers in jail
and rioted over perceived injustices
until the sun rose
and the marauders picked through the scraps
of a smoldering corpse
drm 2015

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