ONE HUNDRED KNIGHTS RIDE IN, ARMOR RATTLING, SWORDS DRAWN, AND I’M JUST SUPPOSED TO BE OKAY WITH THIS

By: Protean Magazine
Poetry, , ,

by Nicholas Bon

We have to accept the things
we cannot change, they say.
Though I guess I could
overturn this desk in a fit
of spontaneous ecstasy or rage
or something else felt strongly.

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