Seen the whores in doorsteps,
slack, crouched as packing crates
behind their quiet wardrobe lamps,
inset like a skeleton's crown
there to bend our will,
provide passageways to power and suggestion;
the winding entrance to rouged
light flickering with powdered flesh
yellow of gold,
then black to ivory
a frightful circus in a palace of turn
within the grate of execution.
Silver Coins
Paul Cameron Brown
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Poem topics: light, power, crown, gold, circus, black, yellow, quiet, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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