Word Massacre

February 20, 2021

Ravagers of Poesy,

spear points of denial

Mongol hordes of fancied verse,

spewing dense and vile

Free words they herd together,

to drive toward a cliff

Trampled once they hit the ground

—by verbal hippogriffs

(Buffalo Jump-Sheridan Wyoming: July, 2019)

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