Death Combs Poem by metamorphhh (aka jim crawford)

Death Combs



In the hidden lair
behind the planks
plays the music
that stings

The Queen in her pavilion
sweet and saucy
behind her regiment of
suicide troops

Saponin and scuffle hoe
fire and bane
to the strains of
Korsakov

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