Babel

Dave BontaContemplative

Tower of marl, homely in a chess set. Fuddled, talking, the others fell.

The tower we made is quiet. Overcome with drink, I ride in.

The tower stood waiting. A man respects the discourse of so many cavaliers.

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Friday 8 March 1660/61.

Dave Bonta

Learn by heart: tap a gap

Tower of marl,

in a set.

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