As I lean back to peer into the grueling,
I see (what others may have seen) too late:
“Two young hares, rump to rump, like dueling
pistols crouched by the gate,” we wait.
We chose this path, this charted course our fate,
Now a dim-lit, mono, spliced-out scene,
A somber retrospective; love and hate
as oft-missed reasons, clearly now are gleaned.
Protagonists don masks, personae screened,
A sultry film-noir masterwork on celluloid,
While out-takes lay a-strewn in guillotined
frames on cut-room floors, tossed to the void.
Were ready now to view what once was glossed
over, filling voids we never knew we’d lost.
Written for the SpeakEasy, using the following rules:
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