Speculators
a pleasant day is worth little to the lords of chance
that great crowd like lousy hair dressed in feathers
hanging one another’s heads and laughing to see a wart a red eye
no beauty left to look upon and no other mirth
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Monday 13 July 1663.
Dave Bonta
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