The East Village
Paul Grady
A FAINT FONT OF FREEDOM
You wore your hair bald
with Celtic rune tattoos
where the brains ought to be.
You spoke of all that's old
and whistled arcane tunes
whilst stalking liberty.
But freedom, as it's called,
is the voice of a distant loon
caught in the limbs of a far off tree!
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