The initial inspiration for this write was from another poet who took the first and last lines from someone else’s poem and then wrote their own words between. The bolded, first and final lines are from Matthew Maitland, but his poem is no longer available.
‘no crows circle the carcass’ is from Aaron Guile
‘Fate creates strange apologies’ from this post at Poetry Culture
Outside. You hear all sorts of things.
The future isn’t what it used to be.
Watching your beautiful suicide,
no crows circle the carcass,
the poison too pure;
the ignorance makes us feel a little prettier each day.
The axis of evil is us – a
blight on everything we touch.
The bag now empty of cats
– the dream too slippery to hold.
Smiles that held secrets;
pit the people against each other
as bullet-headed scorpions.
Fate creates strange apologies.
It’s a beautiful world you’ve forgotten
– you’re all monsters to me.
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:
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