A Poem A Day #2

Nothing is Sturdy, Nothing is Majestic

Nothing is sturdy, nothing is majestic.
The sweet fruit lies with the dead beans.
Give, don’t give to such.
Planting the fire swath, the fire escape.
Men, ladies’ bleach,
It is slippery.
Wrens crave the guilty juice.
Knives thwart upon heart,
Gifts like Death.
Drafting to the hidden.
Seek only such unearthly want;
It will support you.
Die only to the innocent,
Or the wrens will come upon you.
Don’t, too less fortunate for you,
Too easy.
Risk harder, steeper, higher,
None the less it will provide.
No, it won’t.
Give harder,
Your future depends on it.

By Catherine Joy

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