Masque

The ether has grown stale

poison left the bottle

No more to sate the thirst

Not vanquished

only banished

from warm open hearths

Other places beyond hearing

the wails and sobbing

Syphilitic rantings of

institutional menace

She removes her veil

and all the vermin scurry

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