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Death But a Servant

Making love to the Muse newborns fell upon the page And we named them one by one as we lined them up by age Making love to the Muse a new progeny was spawned With death now but a servant —and each child turned to song (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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