Borrowing Time Poem by Christos R. Tsiailis
Borrowing Time
In red zone, Three Vanities whistle tunes like,
“Apple been gilded it had”,
“Lily absorb some reddish juices he did”
“Book of Divine Blood read by the blind she will be”
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What next, what left to salt the wound?
Some indigo on yellowish sky,
and even if only “So Be It” might you say,
than all Three shout happily,
“The salt of the earth you are, indeed”
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