Tarmac
Plaque
Upon a black tarmac a disfigure
Lying cold in a disquiet
Way. Dismembered; torn
By disgust; dismissed
As a wretched life; born
In disfavor
And to human scorn,
Fear and distrust.
For all goodness is forlorn
Of the disgraced
Beast; dead, without a mourn.
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