Ancien Regime

Beats there still a heart

in the breast of the cynics

squinting eyes

skin drawn taut

over brittle bone

there is ice in those veins

Driven into the arms

the sheltering embrace

of their wheezing compatriots

and they’ve still a nose

for where larders are stowed

Now too late to fatten the lambs

 

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