Poem: What Was Best Was The Beast Itself

What Was Best Was The Beast Itself

The rest would not have mattered
or been much of anyrhing,
but that beast:
it stood above everyone,
was more than present,
an overload, a beast
that could not be ignored,
could not be other
than a beast.







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