Saturday, October 23, 2010

a poe for poe

to my dear sir, Poe

empires have fallen
some reclaimed their land
your thoughts they are still rolling
my lines fall into your oceans sand

let your evil boulders roll
the Great wall
let your sepulchre unfold
the gay science will fall

i wish great Mary would sing her song
wish for Estella to love the boy
no song was sung
the christian lord cut his tongue


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