8th
NEVER DID MY PEOPLE WIN SUCH A GREAT HONOR
i prefer six cents in my fist to
to a thousand sums in the sky
a portal to
ALIENSHIPS
a dark day pools up light
contra-claw
felons divy up the Great Vexation
o song couer
could you e’er
have left me alone on the field
?
i am dead and unknown
did i go into exile
swim against the phlegethon
squeeze tears from her
chambers
FRUIT
not extant who desires
no heart to eat of it
never forbid your
door
do not bring shame
unto Peter
———
sara m. larsen
may 6, 2008
*some language from some troubadors – didn’t note which.
