Your joke Is like a lake That lies there without any thought And sees Dead seas The birds fly Around there Bewildered by its blue without any thought of water Without any thought Of water....Learn More

Plague took us and the land from under us, Rose like a boil, enclosing us within. We waited and the blue skies writhed awhile Becoming black with death. Plague took us and the chairs from under us, Stepped cautiously while entering the room (We were discussing Yeats): it paused awhile Then smiled and made us die. Plague took us, laughed, and...Learn More