Poems ✍️

OUT of the testimony of such reluctant lips, out of the oaths and mouths of such
scrupulous liars, out of perjurers whose hands swore by God to the white sun
before all men,
Out of a rag saturated with smears and smuts gathered from the footbaths of
kings and the loin cloths of ****s, from the scabs of Babylon and Jerusalem to
the scabs of London and New York,
From such a rag that has wiped the secret sores of kings and overlords across
the milleniums of human marches and babblings,
From such a rag perhaps I shall wring one reluctant desperate drop of blood, one
honest-to-God spot of red speaking a ber, tiania, Norway