in layman’s days
sorrow yet reigns
in remnants
of our love’s refrain
disseminating
through these veins
like silken web
to dying flame
a sallow face
of shallow waste
e’er haunts the gallows
hollow space
as wraiths in fallow fields
yet reap the harvest
of a heart’s disgrace
none can replace
the solace lost
absconded by
the albatross
e’er perched atop
the arch of Eden
bound by freedom’s
final cost
where pandered woe
bleeds disarray
sleeves brandishing
a heart of clay
turned languid
from the anguish
of exsanguination
on display
I Prefer Not To.
Max, or Not 
This line is my favorite
none can replace
the solace lost
absconded by
the albatross
e’er perched atop
the arch of Eden
bound by freedom’s
final cost
The idea that birds symbolize freedom to me make this piece so triste . The weight of the albatross leaves- things are dire!
I like the reference to hearts made of clay- reminds of the Prometheus myth
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You have an exquisite way around words. I’m stunned.
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Reblogged this on Sudden Denouement Literary Collective and commented:
The brilliant Max Meunier
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Excellently written , Beautiful and somewhat Movinng
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Beautifully written…….deeply effective +expressive…….liked reading it…….😊😊
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Serious melancholy and sadness here. . .
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