Lazarus Stink

Trivia like foundlings whimpering on Mount Aetna
speeches delivered sanctimoniously, framed elegantly
we, in our little catch pens are sows, squorking
at humiliated ravens, wingless, flightless, bobbing
staring skyward with black eyed malice, misappropriating
murderous thoughts and plots of revenge
for their torturers unending recompense, the pay stub
taxes detailed, FICA forgotten, so many details
missed in the quickness, the rushing wind, the burial
with no hope of resurrection, lie entombed, embalmed
waiting for Lazarus to stink.

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