so in the end,
poets are simply soldiers stirring
word-weapons like daggers in teacups
gulping down the honey sweet tea
that scalds our aching throats
there is no draft
but everyone can go to war
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 3:15 AM UTC
so in the end,
poets are simply soldiers stirring
word-weapons like daggers in teacups
gulping down the honey sweet tea
that scalds our aching throats
there is no draft
but everyone can go to war
