themes should be universal they say.
to talk of the cruellest month.
cities, monuments, flowers.
a painting of a boy falling out of
the sky, hung in a belgian gallery
or epic sung by a blind bard.
bad poets being fortunate, no muse to be invoked.
poems sprout, wild weeds in walled garden.
broken heart tears betrayal
pain shame fear despair bewilderment.
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