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Comedian
concerning solemn things
I doubt their verdict
of truth like a pulpit
to protest in
I confess no sins to the state
no sorrow to my midnight
Poems on the topic: pulpit
Poems on the topic “pulpit” on Poets.by.
Under/standing
in my sleep I fall
through a hole
underneath the pulpit
and into a tree
which they took to be
a book of great art
I am not able to under-
stand or study
alone indoors
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