Wikipedia Poem, No. 284



the lasting sting-pain
poet in the dark

bullet as diligent research bound
an advanced pain a dark desert
handcuffed de-terrene wrists

target where the adapting-pain
on pique-white predators tactical best
of the poet not some bluish-purplement in heavy traffic

the same stockeyed honey bee
pain scaled up to life    for it is

life hours of morning
things failing the harvest

the poet’s own industry
from history
repelled forward

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