Dead Poets (a poem) February 2, 2021January 30, 2021Nick Pipitone we live virtual lives this you must accept your face glares at screens dead poets stare back with doom-soaked hair they beat you into clay to be molded into capitalist machines (Photo by Jr Korpa on Unsplash) Share this:TweetMorePrintShare on TumblrPocketEmailLike this:Like Loading... Related
Nick Pipitone February 2, 2021 / 8:56 am Thank you! I was staring at a picture of a dead poet (WB Yeats) when I wrote this haha Loading...
This is excellent. Great work. 👍
Thank you! I was staring at a picture of a dead poet (WB Yeats) when I wrote this haha
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