a poem by marty webb, USA

It's obscene
to see a room

Disheveled, torn, littered, destroyed

Grotesque to behold

Somehow the same thing,
but the contents are sullied.

Even more so,
to see such a thing in a man

Knowing what he did
but no longer can

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