there is something you dont like to write a poem about

like the tears of the sixteen choral girls

shed

because of your carelessness

You experienced choral verse speaking trainer

who deprived them of an award which they had hoped to get again this year

your weakness

to be exact

in commanding the forever absent respect

from quitters and deserters

who ran away from an art you have so loved for so many years

Crystal hard tears like a knife

had now piereced open the tenderest of your heart

Shredded it

and fed it to the gutter.

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