father of our country ill fated
disgraced to be civilian
go lay in a rustic bed
of a poor king- abandoned by
the powerless-
buy- touching
Pope
He loved the toil of making
this true again 4 how many
more years
tree-trunk officers- hollow hands
full length misery of situations
gone beyond help
make 4 good donuts,
bBig tears 4 men without utility belts
“Do to you ask the peace from me 4 those
whose lives were taken by the cast of Mars”
Where are the warrior girls who
also debate w/any?
dances as she turns to
shoot the aim of armless
one-breasted bows
arrows
formulated from
of lost cities
intermitted with
blazing lamenting
wordless weapons
ashy
ashed
seas
“Dawn at that hour
brought on her kindly light
for ill mankind,
arousing men to labor & distress”
morning kind light
made her that hour
what cab in can she animate
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