Last Unbroken Link

The chain is twisted,
tangled, the
welds are busted and
some links yawn open
as a tired crowd,
and few, if any, truly know
what holds at the top
nor can any say their feet
are firmly planted on the earth.
Yet still they go on
struggling against rust, against
gravity and greater weights,
against the terror of being yanked
upwards, or downwards, still
they cling to each-other
desperate,
for how else could
a chain conduct itself?

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