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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