daily poems sent to The White House by Thomas Crofts
Monday, February 12, 2018
#331: Pulvus erit
terrorist love, caritas
will not at all to quietness be wed
but chaos
the child of all the negligent
bastardy of previous days will be the unspecific groom
whether by some act of sabotage
or silent attack
her ravishment is almost nigh
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