Poem 15ish, National Poetry Month: A Fanatic Mercy Grows

A Fanatic Mercy Grows

I excuse the sidling mud dauber—
I do not wish to fraternize—
but not without a glance
aside, as if I soon may hear
some heckle for my prop of him
upon my paper—
to spill him out alive.

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