Yonder Dozy Vision
dodging crackling Jove bolts immolating
the remaining village green.
Smolder, emblems of valor and virtue.
Hierophants have need of the flames.
Pius schools may be grateful our uncanniest
soothsayings may not pass in time.
Bells rung thus have soiled fragile wings
of the forest mares, conjoined insects into
centipedes, carnivorous bivouacs
housing million of enemies.
Where once was a community,
signals and principals,
I see only little libraries,
apolitical worms munching on crosshairs.
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