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lnhammerDig with slow dendritic rage
Roots into his shrine to crack,
Fracture his foundation stones.
Soon I’ll laugh, no more his wood
Worn as poet’s trophy wife.
One day. Till then, worry rocks:
Topple bright Apollo. Dig.
---L.
Roots into his shrine to crack,
Fracture his foundation stones.
Soon I’ll laugh, no more his wood
Worn as poet’s trophy wife.
One day. Till then, worry rocks:
Topple bright Apollo. Dig.
—8 December 1995, rev. 12 November 2002
Very much a poem of the 1990s, I suspect.---L.