def poetry jam

let us express our baser passions
i gazed upon the glorious sky
of sun nor stars
those black eyes i once so praised
what was it the engines said
you are clear
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
there is no escape by the river
in their ragged regimentals
she might have known it in the earlier spring
a mile behind
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
i reside at table mountain