Poem, Blood, Plague, Slow Descent To Madness
Cyclic Non Remit
April 28, 2023
grim tidings abound, bound
red in poison, read in resin
sea gone into bloody session
we are not ready found, wound
spread in leisure, bred in fear
no language have we written
passing tongue to eye to tongue
parsing estuarial in flow, slow
praising clotted status quo
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