Feb10

Show me where the head of Willy Loman lies. I’ll set it on a pole in Washington DC To let the hungry crows peck at his eyes. We all know of his pompous demise, Preening his bluster for the world to see. Show me where the head of Willy Loman lies. Waiting to die, like…

Feb09 🔥

Sonnet IV Here lies a poor man they burnt at the stake. This one, they had his neck stretched by a rope. I heard that both men had defied the pope. Perhaps they were upset by both men’s take On the ways and the means they put in play Their plans for controlling our daily…