a vastly hush at cockcrow
there’s nowhere left to hide
neb & feathered black mass
gilds yon mirror ‘neath thy feet
thou art fæder’s mortal binding
yon summoned ængel framework
atween slight’d he & domination
where be killer’s instinct now
thou saltst the earth to death
bound yon misery to thy guts
so vengeance can take its stage
thou art fæder’s embankment
yon crumbling ængel framework
atween fjord & ego’s deluge
the path of ruin afore thee
staunch not the blood of fell swans
grim misdeeds shriek ahind thee
for aye be a butcher’s curse
thou art fæder’s catafalque
yon sombre ængel framework
atween e’er earth & nullity
by TONY SINGLE
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unbolt me 
I could trawl the thesaurus in search of superlatives to express how I’m fully bowled over by this. Instead I’ll keep it brief: Tarred and feathered, divine
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Aw, you are unfailingly and unflinchingly kind, Crispina. Thank you! 😊🙏
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🤔🤭😀
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Thank you for the complex and deep perspective in this poem. Your references to faeder is poignant indeed especially in the first line of the last verse! Bravo. Brilliant!!!
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Thank you, Suzette. That means a LOT!
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You are very welcome! Have a great day, Tony! Cheers.
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You too, Suzette! 😀
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