
Hope is a cruel god
Rated: Fiction T - English - Words: 93 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 05-16-08 - id: 2518561
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"Hope is a cruel god,"
Said the sage to the laurel,
Knowing that the words would poison the ground
Make septic the dirt and spread
The red secret to the yews.
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Your plastic wrapper incarcerates
Six tiny flavors,
An evening rose whore who
Defecates in washing machines
(which is, apparently,
A kind of art in an of itself).
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Do you have
The right approach? The one
To get you past the thick gothic doors
And into the chapel, the core;
Have ye your cares.
Have ye your septic solitude:
Incense, choir, and bells.
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