Mar 2021
Poets are rats in no man's land.
Death rotting on the bone is a
cratered field of dead poems.
We charge into the endlessness
set our words on fire and fall
onto them as sacrifice.
Death rotting on the bone is a
cratered field of dead poems.
We charge into the endlessness
set our words on fire and fall
onto them as sacrifice.
(76/M/New Bern, NC)
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