"She is a wolf disguised as a sheep, lurking to prey on the weaker wolf."
bright overcast eggshell
our bustle & faring fazed
almost feasibly
as tanks crunch concrete
rapt dream in the dark
crawling din
a story in grim stirrings
bright overcast eggshell
From the Files of Jack Stalnaker.
"In dust must splendid lads go down and choke,
Red dry their hands and dry their one day's sun
From which they earthward fall to fiery tomb
Bomb-weighted, from bloodying children's hair."
—Gene Derwood
The Blackness of the Grackle. Some 2018 afterthoughts.
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