Unintentional Republican Haiku
Come on.
Breathe the folklore; olive-oil ‘n -wood; the love-song ‘n the poetry.
Hell between the aid trucks ‘n the nascent dawn…
The Evil Of The End Of All Things comes
inevitable on the heels of time!
T’ward th’lapwing th’baboon trots. Back to his shoulder she descends, as th’roaming dead assault the fens…