Fawkes Wakes Scrubbed Away, Ungodly layer, after ungodly layer Stripped to almost nothing but a name Riddled with shame so vile, I shall not be named, And I almost deserve it (Do not fret, new ones are assigned It is part of the process) De-scaled and motionless I lay He comes and licks my wounds into scars, Mementos of pain bring outrageous courage in war This hideousness too shall pass I end and begin at...
November 28, 2018
Poetry by JW Mullins — “Fawkes Wakes”
