Vulcan
Vulcan  his grief erupts by the molten cul de sac for dying seams of rose and burlap wipes the weeping stitches clean and hammers out the mailed sleeve turned from...
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Pax Americana
 Pax Americana  Silenced not by laws By guns or bricks or accolades, Insensate to all But the self-selected music This creature creeps around In its abyss of...
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Belly Song  watch them belly grow some with meat some with child but boy girl watch them grow  some in hunger some in wroth they writhe in slumber watch them belly...
Read MoreDark Was The Jayle
Robert Herrick 1591-1674  Herrick is a poet I have loved since my early twenties, but I’m not sure how I found him. Perhaps in a Norton Anthology? Or Ezra Pound’s...
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