The Golden Voice

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The Golden Voice

by RJ Hoffman


A voice recorded, stored alive

cackles to coffins

and creaking cauldrons,

with lines that break into dust

Ghost personifications buried,

so many lumps on a hill

a row for each generation

back to back and side by side

pointing the finger,

asserting direction

with hairy knuckled shiny diamonds

wagging wealthy, educated philanthropy

weaned and whining

I want you

I need you

come fight for me!

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