Blooms in Indigo
Every day poems from a very ordinary aspiring poet
Saturday, July 28, 2018
sickness strikes steady
you say it swiftly
like a sword it cuts
a sickness strikes steady
unnamed, a little virus
knocks down a fort
that was being built for five years
in limestone and alcohol
in abstracts and foreign words.
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