Descent to Pathos

Painted with virtue And apparelled in justice, From her haughty haven She would woo the world. She would woo the world to win, But dirty men detest clean hands Which serve them Care in capsule form And caress with cosmetic compassion. As pennies pour from her pious purse, She buys the courage to face herself; […]

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A Stranger Comes to the Inner City

“A cry from the North, from the West and from the South Whence thousands travel daily to the timekept city; Where My Word is unspoken, In the land of lobelias and tennis flannels The rabbit shall burrow and the thorn revisit, The nettle shall flourish on the gravel court, And the wind shall say: ‘Here […]

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