melville-portent

Hanging from the beam,
Slowly swaying (such the law),
Gaunt the shadow on your green,
Shenandoah!
The cut is on the crown
(Lo, John Brown),
And the stabs shall heal no more.

Thought:

“Everytime you read, you are walking among the dead, and, if you are listening, you just might hear prophecies.”

Kathy Acker

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