alfie lee writing


the fire rose

in flames lapping
teeth flying, flags

and blades. file
and rank of thorns
dig in, trench in

wait. for winter-
tide amassing
north will soon

us all. her nest
of spies take root

and shank, wiring
to her
call. but now we fence light

lances still
the sun
must run his course.


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