Dawn
and the angels
(pseudo kings)
awake with thirst,
a need to crayon in BOLD
and fertalize the chapters.
But never fear!
Crabs and suits have girded
their benches,
their fried pennons
to destroy the herd
and drown them with censored versions.
What was art
becomes fog still
as buisness champions the vote
and collects...
@Steven Francis poems 2010
Slip the noose of dying and madness for a time and share some observations with Welsh poet Steven Francis in this, his 5th collection of poetry.
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