Matt Dugan- Poetry

The Modern Pasquinade 

Knack to all gamesmanship 
is to always let the enemy 
feel they are winning. 
Become the ashes that keep burning;
circles of imbalance will fade 
like bubbles of oxygen under the sea.
You’ll continue to burn brightly –
above sinking mouths 
clawing at opened wounds;
Be the echo of the worm 
let them eat the shadows from letters
placed on the talking statues of Rome;   
you’ll continue to burn brightly,
their flames will turn into the bottled shades of blue. 

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