Ghetto moon
Moonlight over all the streets made a great conquest of the city. Strange to see it go to the water with drawn swords. We met it like dead men, not a word among us, not able to stir in the dirt.
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Monday 30 September 1661.
Dave Bonta
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