a found poem, dark

like the end of the world—

steep spires of seagreen slate
pine woods, numberless
flock of ravens dreaming
devilry, clouds of pride
madness, mysterious sorrow—

a double dose of poison


from an atmospheric paragraph of G. K. Chesterton’s story “The Honour of Israel Gow”

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