My poem "Larva" has been accepted by inkscrawl. This is the one I wrote on realizing I could no longer recognize some people I had once cared for very much. The title is in the Roman sense: a ghost, a death-mask. Guest appearance by Ashmedai, who is still important to me.
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- 1: Do you like tying knots in things?
- 2: Or a thug for J.H. Blair
- 3: I know, I've seen the scythe in its sheath
- 4: We can trace the lines they followed sixteen hundred years ago
- 5: But somehow the vital connection is made
- 6: There's always somebody downstairs
- 7: A lie you told to the maze I'm in
- 8: Wrote a scholar from the island that they kept from me
- 9: Many arms around the mast as your ship starts cracking
- 10: I do some of my best work in the British Museum
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