Guel Poems


The 1900 Hours

...From “The Last Land”


A black season periled past into its own voice
As she straightened herself up and said:

	"Takes me deeply, of fungus lover mine,
Seeking me savagely by my last call!
	Do not h...
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Categories: guel, allegory, fear, natural disasters,
Form: Burlesque
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