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Posted by on Sep 3, 2018 in Poetry | 0 comments

WAR

WAR

WAR
The clowns and the names
Run together calico flames
In a garden of epitaphs
Bowed beneath trees the staff
Crooked with notes dead in throats
Golems cracked by the real
Wind of words wild things seal
Off the tombs blacked
When the town was sacked

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