Vulgarian

Dave BontaCheerful

his mouth rose at noon a red sad thing

we should be the first to doubt him lord of nothing

his thick white short hand like a letter to the void

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Thursday 19 November 1663.

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