Treasure, the best of her nets;
(men wonder to observe her)
in her religion she needs a flagon.
She needs tending.
Some men tended at last, someone trying music.
Musically sky swirled, musically scarred
and Man's attentions forbidden all else but her
the art not ever lightened.
Is the new music epic? Lyric?
Tingle, flagon, into Evelyn
drown her in her hobbies.
One never skated her lily sign,
why bend your knee for the sky?
(The sky falls.)
Wade past brisk lightning.
They cry, those that stared before.
Visitor observe.
Observe, observe
Author notes
Another poem for my poetry class... most of the people didn't get that it's about poisoning Evelyn in the first draft, so I tried to revise it to something that makes it easier to see.
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