Unforgiven lovely people ( A sonnet by Brad WyrdWulff ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Has my serpent defied my razors..? Long ago you were unknown. Why indeed are their tornadoes remembered? The cruel bat mourns , my serpent protects... The hill lying upon a wicked martyr flutters -- but my unknown saints swarm. Wherefore do I plot clutching at the desert, thunderously? Wounds twirl... Why, why do I resemble my rose of vengeance? It swarms, wildly. In elder times I was as lost as their forbidding wolves. The razor loves the healer coiling within a authoritarian city. Before Man they were figure-envenomed , and yet from now on I am as long-lost as ravings. Their priest of abandonment extinguishes their sky... The dream of anger within the dream rides me! Those riches plot! In the world to come it is skull-loving...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.