He Assesses This, A Work Of War Poem by Nathan Coppedge
He Assesses This, A Work Of War
Planches of starlight, creases of fear
Worry the lost, teach the year
Press the cost, preach the air
Formula lost, year to year
Misfitting barbs,
cage of stars,
turning cage,
a flowery rage,
against the turning song,
worried like twisted wood.
Thank you! I try to keep looking for new sources of inspiration. War isn't one of my usual themes, but madness IS.
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4/25/2024 1:46:47 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Short and to the point. A nice piece. Thanks for sharing.