If we lived it backwards, would it fall the same?

(a palindrome poem)

 

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Dammit, I’m mad.

We few,
we panic in a pew.
(Red rum, sir, is murder.)

I,
bird rib.
Evil olive.
Gift fig.
(No lemons, no melon.)

I
level
solos.

I
name now one man.

Oh, who was it I saw? Oh, who?
Was it a rat I saw?

Draw, O coward –
never odd or even,
never a foot too far, even.
Pull up if I pull up.

(Now, I won.)

Won’t lovers revolt now?

I prefer pi.
Sex at noon. Taxes.
O, stone, be not so.

I
kayak.

Are we not drawn on to new era?
…………………………(Don’t nod.)

Do geese see God?

 

 

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