Armistice

Dave BontaTriste

Twenty-five ships, and we could not make an end of Monday. On land, we met with castles. Our rest was troubled. I mourn the death of my bed.

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Saturday 15 September 1660.

Dave Bonta

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Stato d'animo:: Triste
Argomenti:: war, castle, ship, bed

Impara a memoria: tocca uno spazio vuoto

Twenty-five ships, and we not

make an end of .

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