A poem of Masters II
Truth bleeds through the many characterizations.
With every revelation – perspective, point of view.
But sadness continues through the hard, cold Spoon River.
And the small-town remnant gain insight.
But for what to realize there is no hope.
No hope? Alas, what truth can these poems bring?
But of tyranny of a banker, judge, or harlot?
But what of the happy ending?
Should there not be one?
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