CommendamA Poem by Samuel I Moth
What of civilization
Say these wretched hollow shrills Say these goat-haired grunts to the noosing hills Say the black-bird's worm to the ole chopping bill Civil Progress? pilgrim's progress? Tis all reversible flight! Pop the merryman's bubble And cannibals rule the night! © 2017 Samuel I Moth |
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