{"sf1_id":1520405,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Western Skies","author":"DrRayneBell","words":102,"posted_at":"2019-12-07T13:29:00.000Z","tags":["Non-Anthro","Poetry","Western Skies","literature","not-furry"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1520405-western-skies","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/1520405","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=1520405\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#21 of Poetry c.2019\n\nA poem about greed.","content":"Western Skies\n\n* * *\n\nWhat is the value of gold,  \nin the arms of someone old?  \nCan it have a certain purpose,  \nsomething on its shiny surface?\n\nWhat is a memory if not God,  \ninside-out and acting odd;  \na something without much history,  \nbut acts as if it's all a mystery.\n\nThe seams are there to send,  \nanother clever lie to lend;  \nwhere were you if not here,  \nif that was ever made clear?\n\nTheir effigy was made out of law,  \nthe fire itself in a state of awe;  \nthe Fatherland must always come  \nat the cost of the human sum.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}