||[Apr. 10th, 2004|09:25 am]
http://www.raggedraven.co.uk/iota.htmIt's been a while since I posted a poem. This one actually got itself published once- in that very wonderful magazine Iota- for which I write reviews. |
The Graces bring the quiver and bow
While Venus binds her small son’s eyes
And looks away with a serious face
As if regretting the damage he’ll do
To cities of men where laws will be broken,
Where smooth, white walls will crawl with graffiti.