Anger

Anger (Spenserian Stanza II)

A hatred, burning malice, filling rage,

Like barrels burning brighter, cherry hot,

Or canvas charred to cinder ashes, beige,

No: achromatic crumbs and cringing dots.

So do the angry flaming tongues allot

Upon its prey or persecuted waif

The lashes of a thousand smoldering shots

That leave the victim smoking, rotting, chafed.

Exist a place amidst the sea, moist, quenching, safe.

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