Every tattered shade hides a broken lamp,
A fuse-blown tale of luck and love lost.
Every shattered grave hides a broken joy,
A lonely Fall and a killing frost.
Every flattered maid hides a broken tramp,
A sweet double-standard that the boys ignore.
Every tattooed slave hides a broken toy,
A clockwork body which her lover wore.
Russell J Turner - July 2011
3 years ago