Pelting Boars Poem by Max Buchanan
Pelting Boars
Fill trenches that case you with endless light
Pelting boars tire as they circle in the night
Fight the vultures long but lay with their wings
Rid of all gloom and it’s blackened delight
Wretched blackness cleansed back to white
Blindingly bright
Blindingly bright
Like gold draped over queens
and draped over kings
Your angels won’t be gathered
and marched to the light
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