William Shagspeare
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"Frowneth the Gods"
Stephen Rodriguez
The wild mice grew in mounds of hay, they swarmed
and spun moist coziness into a bundle; they
would nibble on the horse-feed. When we mourned
the death of grandpa, ceaselessly, they swained*
and went unchanged; a botherless affair.
We didn’t mind them, long as they kept out
of sock drawers, corn-cans, things that we’d prepared
and worried over; they liked the old barn-house.
We kept two livelihoods at once: the lords,
the lesser lords, could live in harmony.
Two molds of one great fruit, we could afford
to share what we’d been shared. But when disease
struck down a hay-curious child, and another,
we had to find the nest and raise a hellish thunder.
*Swain: To court in a country-like manner.
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"Frowneth the Gods"
Stephen Rodriguez
The wild mice grew in mounds of hay, they swarmed
and spun moist coziness into a bundle; they
would nibble on the horse-feed. When we mourned
the death of grandpa, ceaselessly, they swained*
and went unchanged; a botherless affair.
We didn’t mind them, long as they kept out
of sock drawers, corn-cans, things that we’d prepared
and worried over; they liked the old barn-house.
We kept two livelihoods at once: the lords,
the lesser lords, could live in harmony.
Two molds of one great fruit, we could afford
to share what we’d been shared. But when disease
struck down a hay-curious child, and another,
we had to find the nest and raise a hellish thunder.
*Swain: To court in a country-like manner.