Posted in Poetry

On the Square

They slow-walk creaky courthouse floors
In too-big suits and polished shoes,
Rheumy-eyed and flaccid-faced,
Genteel old-school bigots
Who needn’t wear it openly,
Tribunes of a perdition anchored deep
In the clay and wood and bone
Of this place.

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