Heard At The Acropolis, 55 CE
"It bothers me, beloved,
that creep of a gull's wing
across the shoreline
Talk about the way a
crow scores a black mark
against the blue
But death is a pigeon
a dove, if you must
come to snap up a soul."
"Silly," she replied, "what do you
expect, to live forever?
Death draws a line to fix the sum."
["Forget him," she said
with venom, "forget Saul
he's dead already"]
RH 17.5.06 L'Bro
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