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Volunteer
bury me in the spring garden
empty me of use and art
and people me with plague
for all the news is that we must go to war
so I may prove I did
what I could
Poemas sobre el tema: plague
Poemas sobre el tema «plague» en Poets.by.
Holidaymakers
we kiss and do not tell
how all things end
profess great kindness
at a plague house
I hear that pretend mouth
the evening sea
Industrial park
over all the mills
a white haze
is this holy water
this form of plague
Tabloidal
in the papers
news is a plague
growing and not thinking
like an ignorant ear
Circadian
noon with a white horse and house of plague
here I am
the more I know the more I notice
till twelve at night
having turned
into myself
Cruise lines
ships full of plague and pleasure
take their meat people all about
to see these others
loving and industrious
for entertainment
Unleveed
the river is too much
to be governed by art or order
it riots
sits
seems easy
unsettled as a crow
in plague time
Magical thinking
the pit is my guide
it rises from my own
make-believe sand
do I imagine a chance joy
or live with nature
having no cards for king and queen
the mark of the knave
is buying love
I find my wife in bed with the plague
Home body
the office made me love
to stay at home
sitting up after supper
as fat and full as a bell of plague
Disaster capitalism
come a reckoning
I think I shall be able
to profit off it
the plague increases still
but like a parliament not much concerned
we laugh to sleep
Graveyard shift
what work I do
is to get some money
but not so much that my pretty hands
come to grief
trepan my head
carrying about bad music
pierce this night
to let the plague out
Omission
no news is plague news
shutting up infected people
and nobody imagining their pain
no news is like meeting an angel
more than air
more than some poor child
and dying daily of sadness
at my heart having nothing