Now I stop writing poems
you can throw your gold ring in the sea
where it will rest beside a skull in the sand
and all the sunken ships will rise from the foam
with the captain breathing
and the sailors grinning
I said now I stop writing poems
and from a window of my familial home
my father and mother
wave handkerchiefs and salute
they can’t read poems anyway
having forgotten how
they think k is a and d is e
and you can lie to me
deceive me in this land of the laughing red skull
but for this reason I’ll cheat you
and you will believe me
the curse of the seven shadows upon you
I will always write poems
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