The Young Poem by David Alpaugh
The Young
Rating: ★4.5
are begging theory
to spare them from experience
politics from history
poetics from the line.
Some sprint, some hobble
to the table—all in time
break bread here
gulp the dead-black wine.
Sunday, August 25, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: history
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