STANZA SPARKS A BLOOD BATH

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meandering along,
the scarlet river
flooded the landscape
of his wrinkled face,
droplets clung to
his pallid coarse beard

royal gore,
sovereign of recorded visions,
warm like the culprit’s tongue
but blinding

the hue of the laureate’s
last appearance

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