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Some Sort of Russian Death

Joe Donelson

Free verse
This first thing that I’ve planned in my life,
particle eyes,
seeing the universe in there
somewhere lower
than I can go.
You, boy, have made a decision
to claim nothing as your own.
Not anger or despair or
faith, toil, fear, sadness.
What do you own
but some sort of Russian death?
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Written on September 04, 2022

Submitted by joed.03185 on September 11, 2022

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Quick analysis:

Scheme ABCDEFGHIGJ
Closest metre Iambic trimeter
Characters 284
Words 58
Stanzas 1
Stanza Lengths 11
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