Anoint your dead
poems.
Put them in a little boat called
She Who Must Be Obeyed –
our little joke.
Invite the Molotovs for cocktails on deck.
Tell them to wear all their gold.
Anoint your dead
poems.
Put them in a little boat called
She Who Must Be Obeyed –
our little joke.
Invite the Molotovs for cocktails on deck.
Tell them to wear all their gold.