

ClothA piece of cloth was tossed carelessly onto the cold, hard stone floor. The cloth was ragged and torn, stained a foul dark brown. It had once been a deep green silk, as light as air and as soft as a newborn kitten, but now it was heavy and hard. The years of polishing guns and clearing traces of hot, sticky blood had been too much. It was bad enough that it had done these horrible time consuming jobs, but it also smelt foul, it smelt like a thousand dead bodies sitting in the middle of a dry, barren desert on a stinking hot day. A while later the huge metal Roll-a-door was opened. It was stiff and rusted and took three men to open. EvenCloth


The Sombre FoolThe fool. Gaily Dressed In yellow and red, A jester's hat atop his head. Bells jingle As he walks. They ring like the laughter He takes in his stride.The Sombre Fool
I am but a fool, Though dressed in sombre greys and blues. There is not hat atop my head And the only bell I wear Is around my neck As a cat. It too jingles as I walk. The laughs I get are silent Or quietly indulged behind my back And I do not take them in my stride. The remarks stick in my hide like thorns.
I am a fool in a different guise. I should have seen. &
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