At the club
a pretty pair of gloves on the Parliament-man that was cursing the poor
how they fight till they drop though their eyes be unlucky as if they had no bread
the white hearse of a moon set over a sad house down into the morning tide
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Monday 21 December 1663.
Dave Bonta
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