William J Seifert Poems

All the Nations
Wallowing in the decay of death
Trying to erase
Deeds by countrymen
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The mounting surge I would come to call common
The car exhaust restlessness from the epiphany:
I will never sleep the same again
Incited in an old peeling country house that sat by an interstate
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“Ravaged by spleen”
Modernity the brutal mother
Weeding out the deserters
As the phantasmagorical carnival
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