F O U N D - POEM 8

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FOUND

Her toga was trampled,

Her face stained with dirt.

Her feet bled

with every

painful,

step.


A light shined in the distance,

Was it just a mirage?

Was it God?


As the courtesan came closer,

She noticed a small building

on the side of a vacant road.

She walked closer until she was at the threshold,

and continued on.


It was a loud boisterous place,

Nude girls flocked over men.

Flipping their hair, and giggling in high pitched voices.


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"Lena" gave her a room

a name,

and a price,

all in return for her services.

Her body to sell,

Her soul,

bound to a coin,

Her being,

confined to a kedeshah.

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