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"drobe" poems
The Day... ...huff, huff, ...huff breathe Not one but many, downed twenty-two a numbered set Push! break, reset, align... frost, huff, Great God of Light reveals our Glory! breathing...breathing Field of pain, torn, exhausted, sweat, rain, mist, colder as grass-stained; the warrior's drobe. Situate, whistle! -stop! Realign, Randint, paired, matched to offset... feign, move 'Eleven-by-Eleven,' storied beget tension Forty-Five! Eighteen! Okemah! Rush... *In the fields herds collide, as Chaos, Eros, Geron, Adonai, War portends a losing side? The cheering throngs cast coronae...* *Eleven steers to sacrifice, go they do to God. The ritual structure to suffice, Violent nature absorbed by sod.* BULL *
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Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 7:54 PM UTC
BULL