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Thirteen Lines To the Cabin

Brevity is the soul of wit

parody is the spirit of zombie

or the lack thereof--

as they scratch through the scansion.

 

Parody arise from

its grave hungry

stalking through the letters of trees

until it comes

to cabin isolated in the backwoods.

 

Batter through the three doors

of the stanza

and then eat the children

of another’s poem.

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andrew-rymill
Published
Jun 26, 2014
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