Looking fierce

Its rights matter too

In the depths of Butler 210, a menage of book titles begged to be sculpted into a magnificent poem. It’s like they knew it was (almost) National Poetry Month!

The claws of my son,
A long black dragon,
Divide rice by memory.
Those perilous hands and my
Memories on reform are
Today’s revolution against
Dragons deep under ancient Tibet.
Ignorance and crisis above
Dragons’ bodies, people’s bodies.
A broken mirror.

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