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domestic animalsour tongues have been tamed
made into creatures more suited for this watered-down wilderness
hunted by plutocrats pandering
their strange brands of truth
but repeating sharp lies does not make them true
yet we're still forced into parlays
with our predators, painted
into clandestine corners and given
soft names from formally corked teeth
it was in that time when the moon broke her silence
that even ornithopters eyed strange tides with concern
withdrew their sallow children from salt lines, and sang
whale songs of incompatability
Iamb what iambThe knight lay dying on the bloodstained field
His armour scarred, his tabard stained in red.
"Is any man among us here a bard?"
One man raised his hand.
“Iamb,” he said.
A hero stood astride the ancient ruins.
Above the crowd he held a monster’s head.
“Is any man among you there a bard?’
One man strummed a lute.
"Iamb," he said.
A king sat high and mighty on his throne:
A heap of broken harps, their owners dead.
“Is any man before me here a bard?
Hell-born, honey-tongued and oversexed?
Does any fiendlike man before me seek
the favour of my fair-faced rose-cheeked daughter
through varletry and coward's means:
their laughable offenseful flow'ry prose?
Does any man before me seek to trick her
into undress, the best to sate their hunger?
The appetites of poets make me shudder;
they pluck the sweetest blooms like swath of wheat.
Woe betide the girls they choose as prey
doe-like they doth believe their metered lies,
ensnared by dripping words and fl
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