A Bumper Crop

A bumper crop of hubris
Mid acres of conceit,
With honeyed drips of fresh revenge
Upon the tongue so sweet

Then winds blow through the midland;
We wake to find, at dawn,
The bumper crop we bragged upon,
Just like the night,

Is gone

Author: Owen "Beleaguered" Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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