Poetry by Nan Witcomb

They were used,
they were confused,
the leeches grew fat
on their talent -
and when they died,
the leeches lied
and grew fatter
on their memories -
may the souls
of those who gave us
so much pleasure,
rest in peace -

(C) Nan Witcomb - from The Thoughts of Nanushka Volumes IX & X

(SSC Archives: originaly posted on 25 Oct 2009)

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