Poetry
Two Poems
A Cultured Lady
The youngest were the cruelest, she tells me
because they proceeded not from calculated policy
but from true hearts on red, pure fire
because they proceeded not from calculated policy
but from true hearts on red, pure fire
They did not stop until they were stopped:
rival factions fighting, factories invaded, the countryside
smothering, white-boned demons denounced
rival factions fighting, factories invaded, the countryside
smothering, white-boned demons denounced
Under the spreading chestnut tree....
The smartest of them saw the game
and sold one another out,
and survived
They still walk and breathe, eat
and fuck and you are making love
to one of them every time
and fuck and you are making love
to one of them every time
you kiss my thin, red, lips
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