At first, all I could see were his eyes.
Spit shined sadness
Brow bent quiver in raging disbelief.
Timpani burps a stroke of momentary thunder
As the distant horizon becomes the mirror beneath your feet
Grey clouds rumble over white Sahara sands
And again he came of a world apart
Hovering above another dead carcass
Barely swallowing his vomitous grief.
Even the blind man sees pain
Waiting in watch over the dead boy king
To the lions another lamb.
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