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Joust
There were two shadows
Under one erratic sun
Two angry, sibilant veins
To hum the same rhyme
Trepidation gnaws the soul
And we knew a good resolve:
Trepidation makes knights and lions
And we knew it wouldn't dissolve
You were brave enough to lunge
But your sword wouldn't joust
I was brave enough to take the jabs
But I cannot halt my lonely wake
In cowardice we futilely spun
Gilded threads in the dark
In cowardice we also lost
The ends of our tangled yarns
There is not a warrior tonight
In this house of savagery
There is not a contender tonight
To jeopardize my maladies.
poem
by
Norman Santos
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