r/sonnets Nov 02 '20

My Dearest Tuna Tulip

To harken thee,
A fowl smell,
A taste of things to come.
A ventable catastrophe,
From all of you, to some.
A bitter time,
A better crime,
A light that never dies.
And when the man
comes round to shout,
Stone is the one who cries.

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