An Ode To Tragedy

Tragedy loses lumbering limbs yet
still cackles joyous. Indignant,
he welcomes Pain; thrives off Hurt.

Tragedy – in pain – hobbles on stumps still stands tall
head and shoulder above ilk – Saul,
This is home – sorrow, numbing loss.

The blood flows spurting fast
thick the spit peeked from his side – obscene,
side-riven, He sat cross-stumped

Smiling.

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