Discoures

Decided to start sharing from a group of my more recent poems titled Discourses. Most will be published on my Patreon site.

Discourses

Pilot weeps, but his hands are clean.

And Death again infects us.

Who will weep at discourses for the dead?

“Not I.” said we, “My hands are clean.”

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