A rumor is heard, and I run
There they lie, a satire to the sweet surprise
And, a quarter was just a quarter; merely a means for something more.
Their colors are bright, shining before my eyes,
There is nothing they can do, but wait, wait, wait…
A sweet smell of this seditious sacrilege. Lingers,
I remain witness to the haggard & hurried harm.
They took the money, and then left the candy behind.
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to witness what crime has truly been done.
I search until the scene is found,
...just as would the harried hound.
of Easter Eggs hidden within their homeland.
Or to the days of child-like glory: when one sought a prize,
of artiFicial fruit flavors, in a foyer, an office or small shop.
But, I hear them scream. tears sweat as they lay stranded,
sitting amidst shards of glass, stung by each others' cries.
while their savory sugar coats scathe and singe in the sun.
Their purpose for life is lost, no more to be chewed and spat, or...ate.
This is the price to be paid for the perverse act which has been done.
left as part of their loft & lurid lament.
What is to be gained from this gaunt ‘walk along the edge’?
Who would steal this symbol of sentiment?
The vandals missed the mark. How could they be so blind?
Thieving the means AS IF the end; where has gone the childhood charm?
July 2, 2007, revised