Urban decay
This new, great stir: who killed the city? The poor in morose clothes, the two queens, the wine in many places? Or the great fear? Fanatics shine at night. We found a neighbor with no arm.
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Monday 7 January 1660/61.
Dave Bonta
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