Theft by Sy Roth


Black, woolen cap readied
For its midnight mission.

Read it all over his face,

Churlish vagabond-etched.
Sits in his regal chair,

Awaits a verdict.
For the innocent,

The death of innocence,
Abides at his side.

Makes amends
Without absolution.

A cage once rattled
Only contains a viper

While the harem waif
Resides in the wings.

Without artifice

Awaits their cue.
Innocence tossed into flames.

Theft at a darkling hour

He waits–
The asp waits.  

©2019 Sy Roth


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Sy Roth is a retired school administrator and has finally found the sounds of silence and the time to think whole thoughts. This has led him to find words and the ability to shape them. He has published in Visceral Uterus, Amulet, BlogNostics, Every Day Poets, Barefoot Review, Haggard and Halloo, Misfits Miscellany, Mad Swirl, Larks Fiction Magazine, Danse Macabre, Bitchin’ Kitch, Bong is Bard, Humber Pie, Poetry Super Highway, Penwood Review, Masque Publications, Foliate Oak, Miller’s Pond Poetry and The Eloquent Atheist.

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