feast in the arid land

crashing eyes
are in dense participation
of the crowd’s favorite
game of luck.

they anticipate the
coming of the one,
the image that has been
there from the beginning.

they are lured by
the antics of the worshipers,
pushed forward to the
altar of a nobody.

 

2018

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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