A Fibonacci Poem Spiralling Inward in Anger

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A raven screeching “Nevermore!” had left its mark above the door upon the bust of Pallas with a Chalice which I’d cleaned the night before.

Though I beseeched and even screeched back at the bird, he said naught but that word I deplore,

therefore I preached—and finding my anger’s limit breached,

what was it that I reached out for,

nailed across the door?

Clubbed him with

a two-

by-

four.

By Ken Gosse

From: United States

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