Pigpen Poetry Prompt Pop-up
#3
2020


Add a day to the month of purification
to scrub away the skin,
pinking red mingling gold
to white of bone.
A dance I miss: I've found a job
and words and words I cannot say
all's crap out here, I have a room
and bed and internet. I am alive. I watch the sun
arc above rooftops and treetops bare
into the western sea,
starlings and crows and gold eyed mynas
rain their white flood like ash, like viruses,
and I am alone, Mark and his shrouded corpse,
the plebs slaughter Cinna, Lucan's April bath.
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Pigpen Poetry Prompt Pop-up - by Quixilated - 02-28-2020, 11:06 PM
RE: Pigpen Poetry Prompt Pop-up - by dukealien - 03-01-2020, 12:27 PM
RE: Pigpen Poetry Prompt Pop-up - by RiverNotch - 03-02-2020, 02:09 AM
RE: Pigpen Poetry Prompt Pop-up - by CRNDLSM - 03-02-2020, 05:11 AM
RE: Pigpen Poetry Prompt Pop-up - by Erthona - 03-04-2020, 07:24 AM



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