The Dead Nest: Cantos XIX-XXVIII

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The Dead Nest: Cantos XIX-XXVIII

by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole

XIX

Then the rabble fell about,
Old men curse, and froth, and shout,
And scratch their foul, sore behinds:
Triggered madness gripped their minds.
What makes elders roll in dust,
Or in gravel their hands thrust
To scrape the skin, rip the nails—
Each his fell…