Sudo Poetry
Wednesday, 4 August 2010
New Castle by Ian McMichael
Sworn brothers, like
fuck let's row
.
How once I held him down, swore with fists, so
going south he found this end.
Old end, no new blood oath,
old eyes, snake staring south
over glistening myth.
I swept his arms away.
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