Noughts and Crosses

Holy symbols
Scratched on the walls.
Hieroglyphs, secret codes,
Graffito manifestos
Passed
Like wisdom of the ancients.
Entombed in this mausoleum
With its cracked mirrors and broken tiles,
Where everyone sooner or later
Comes to call.
 
© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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