The Charlatan Walks

Flies gather in clouds,
Abuzz with belligerence,

Reptilian shuffles patter fast
In soft percussive rattles,

Gutters belch dirty water
And gnarled brassy rasps wail

As the charlatan walks,

A crusty handkerchief
With disillusions of grandeur,

Snapped bones and stigmata
Faked for the rabble,

All blame games and riddles,
Perfidious and goose-eyed,

A strutting distortion
Cooked-up from a hole.

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