Fil

A curiosity resides

In farthest place

Unseen

Nightly gentle one disrobes

To find a hole

Within

Enquiring strangers gasp along

The street remark

Obscene

By some eyes a dagger lies

Between two ribs

Deep in

Enlightened cries swear angels 

Wings removed, her wound

Unclean

Whispers guess a trickster nigh

Attention all

Seeking

Hot balloon of tattle

Entourage

Winking

Shy of hype and mock

Woman stops and stands

Sinking

Looks could shoot

Ears aloof, no grain of truth 

Telling

As if an elephant

Had taken stage on a 

Stampede

Shouts of anger

Stares asunder children fled

The scene

A robber, thief, caught in act

A trial for one

Denied

Justice would be pierced

Without a word until 

She speaks

I hear you all are roused because

A piece of me

Missing

Implore, ne’er do harm

Walk the line but not

Guilty

The missing part I do not know

A thread was pulled

In seams

The pain of it concerns me not

Compared to that 

By thee

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