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Innocence Lost

Pirouettes are bound by hammered blade.
Forged shades of crimsoned black to white.
Evils massed assume the cloak of good.

Blood and body, broken chaffings made,
Droop in stage’s sacrificial rite.
Handshakes and bows, “Welcome to the hood.”

(Note: My fellow blogger, Sabio, recently made a post on his poetry blog about the election of a new pope & the Russian ballet. He challenged his readers to change one line based on their feelings.. I felt I couldn’t do so because it for together very well. So instead, I wrote a poem with the same subject matter (organized crime and organized religion..not so much different)

http://yuanfields.wordpress.com/2013/03/07/up-in-smoke/)

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