---Beaumarchais, The Barber of Seville.
Dreamless, stirred by the doleful call of mourning dove,
I woke to an urn emptied world.
A Bingo Parlor pall decked morn with a dirty shift.
My nose itched and seconded my lungs,
I coughed.
Above it all, perfectly circular,
waned a piss-orange Sun.
These skies, the likeness of Bellona's pyre littered vault,
"The smoke-kissed tombs of heroes"
as Lucan, the Matricide, sang.
Though glutted with ash,
day's sharpness stings.
day's sharpness stings.
3 comments:
"as Lucan,
the Matricide,
Sang."
is that right? or does "sung' work?
Binx helped me--he's kind----props to BINX
Boncheeks? que? What does this name mean... your cheeks are full of bonbons? Oh and keep the "sang" please. It's cryptic enough without you messing with the tenses. Sarai
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