pound-epigram-i

O ivory, delicate hands!
O face that hovers
Between ‘To-come’ and ‘Was,’
Ivory thou wast,
A rose thou wilt be.

“Don’t wait, dig the pits
Purge the leadership, don’t hesitate
Ain’t no half-steppin’, step to ’em like
“You know what it is”“

billy woods | “checkpoints”