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Only a sliver of silver,
more than twenty-nine
short of thirty,
a bargain betrayal
with no savior,
no feast, first or last,
no bread
no wine
no body
nobody
will rise
from this death
of human decency.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
Ekke Ekke Ekke Ekke Ptang Zoo Boing!
Intrusive rhyme bothers me, except as a weapon.
Intertextuality is my passion.
Formalist/ New Critical are my guiding theories.
My words are mine, not a robot’s.
MA English literature, CofC
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