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Concerto no. 3
Shaun Millard
Two fallen knees made pillows,
of town square.
The desperate remains equidistant,
from any facade.
Rags weren’t meant for vanity,
but tatters failed to keep him warm.
Gaping holes may be fashionable in Milan,
but not when fires ignite from inedible refuse.
Church bells sang midnight,
and his harmonies bawled.
Bellowing ravenous agony,
throughout the borough.
Two unchaste knees,
settled in the middle of World,
supporting Man’s liberation.
Enthralled to dispense poverty,
his arching back,
arms of wings,
crestfallen neck,
eyes to obscurity,
heart to leaping chest.
The square
birthing an angel.