“Or Three”

If you are a fake,
let us be your forgery.
Who better than you
to hold this sacred candle?
The sagging skin snug on your knuckles
and the pulse of your verse
are bound tight
by wax
and quiver words soft
in a shadow’s homage
upon that gravel wall
we call your voice.

narrative poem written on 09-21-2009 by: on mattkane.com
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