Crab by A W Bullen

Feb 25

Crab

Old skin,

I swore,
I would not make

But here I claw
In all my flaking majesty...

Some sordid Lord
of all Misrule,

a gruelling fool
inglorious

anathema
to pitiful anatomy...

Written by

A W Bullen Cardiff

(Cardiff)

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