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Averil Drummond: Cry Baby

Averil Drummond

Sep 30 2019

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Cry Baby

Cry baby,

For your trust has been sold.

Sold by pale men and paler women.

Living wraiths consuming your future.

While they kiss you and proclaim their love.

Such duplicity.

 

You are Isaac,

Bound to cold rock.

Looking up in disbelief,

At the knife raised above you.

Your father’s hand.

Such treachery.

 

For you, no reprieve.

No fickle deity to spare you,

No trapped ram, nor feckless man.

So cry baby,

Screw up your eyes,

And wail the treason to the skies.

Averil Drummond

 

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