Billy and His Spear
Billy shaking his spear
A feather bleeding black
On a white white sheet
A calligraphic concerto.
To make us laugh
To make us cry
To make us think
To make us sigh.
Then the spear is blooded again
In a pot flesh-filled with ink.
So a feather bleeds black on a white white sheet
As Billy shakes his spear.
( Based on William Shakespeare at work...
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