I’ll Pass

by kholinar

Bo Peep’s
gone spare.
In open air her
ram parts sell
high-grade
at varying rates…
Their expiration
dates from
four-fourteen
-twelve to
some Springtime
unheard of.
Her lair waits…
lush lintels
flushed deeply
to save sons,
birth order forsakes
fast the lost ones.

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