Found Poetry 243

3/25/20

line up the evil kings back to back
rope them until they are stretched
swaying husks in the cold wind
they lit the fuse and years later
choked dumb on the smoke
their scent sucking flesh tumbling

This poem was created from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. Click here to get Leaves of Grass.

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