Epitaph For The Zephyrometer Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

Epitaph For The Zephyrometer

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Where vampires with the zephyrs play
Destructive winds their powers display -
There living dead their splurges roil
And lip the shore with wasted spoil -

Ere the kinetic needle takes a jolt
That frays its ends with misspent bolt -
So ends what Council kissed alive
The zombie junk on Cobham Drive.

Thursday, September 11, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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Lightning strike on civic sculpture at Evans Bay
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