After The Hanging

by abbya

After the hanging, faces grey, white 
disperse joyously, eyes hollow light 
like crowds after a tragic bullfight, 
some hugging, clasping without sight. 

Why do they attend this damning ploy 
with embellishments, pageants and joy? 
Up at the stakes the wasted dangle
like beef chunks; from this scarlet angle

I see death pass with blank mourners 
sobbing, sighing with withered flowers.

After hanging, love locates love 
and bitterness diffuses pains above 
like sunlight driving stale air 
and lunacies away on wheel chair.

After The Hanging by abbya

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