Repository Poem by Sara Militello
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The human soul
like the great lonely swath
that is a moor
packed in gorse 'n' bog
that also might cradle
King Arther's sword Excalibur
has become a vast wasteland
of mis-info and myth
atwitter on thither and hook
that cannot atone for pith
generations of sheep forsook.
January 20,1995
Tuesday, March 8, 2016
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