Out in the open
we may be done with glory but who were our hands
why is your country yours who did not make it
night comes and I fear all things will go to ruin
like my eyes that have a commission to look
and not to spare me anything true
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Friday 15 November 1667.
Dave Bonta
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