Letters To Shrink Poet Friends
Why wasted words
Why not frank talk
Plain straightforward talk
Why fighting bullets
Making bloody sounds
Rhythmic words till infinity
Don't you know mushrooms are peasants
Mushrooms grow to shrink
Aren't you wasting ink
For peasants
Hollow moral victories
Feeling good harmonic sounds
The earth makes little noise
Spinning forever
Beautiful music
Let us listen
Let us hear
The sound of mother Earth
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