NAUTILUS

Gus Peterson NAUTILUS It was a pulled thread, a sinew strung with strain, tune looped round our head: make America great again. Words we sang ourselves as self we unmade; a beautiful falling felled, greatness great again. The wind and cold are keen; frost thorns my clattering pane. The night is long and lean and…

via “Nautilus” by Gus Peterson — Rattle: Poetry

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