Ode to a Porcelain Urn



our finest work

etched on its walls

our sincerest tributes

screamed in its stalls


judgement of the morning 

comes down to haunt 

with last night’s choices 

lost to the moment


politicians’ faces

in the light of day

world’s situations

against the love we’ve felt


all twisted together

splashed and passed out

in time for the morning 

train smiling once again

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