Golden Fait Poem by Peggy Pollock
Golden Fait
Sunset spills a golden glow
Into a gloomy room
Under golden paint I know you know
The words that will be spoken soon
A state you sit, an anxious mess
And wait in golden room
And I deliberate, anticipate
Regret your looming gloomy state
For I am to announce your fait
I speak at last
You smash the glass
Sun shatters golden shards
And fast you gasp and writhe and rasp
And weep into my arms.
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