A Spring of Death
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1 min readJun 16, 2020
A poem that is trying to make sense of the American Spring.
A spring of death turned
into a river of blood and emptied
out into an ocean of hate.
A string of death burned
into me. I quivered. A flood entered;
spouted a potion of hate.
Aspiring breaths turned
into a dither. Mud interred.
He was routed by emotions of hate.
