in times so adversarial
few days that come are ferial --
where we don't recognize some birth,
or victory, or burial --
and yet it's all officinal:
what we will call medicinal,
and who we'll share it with as being
close enough for vicinal
and so it is without regards
we cut off all the langobards:
reactionary dogs, or maybe
jacobins, or montagnards
with words that soothe, conciliate
may we our truths circumvallate
and though it all be so mundane
may we at last
equilibrate
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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