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Sacrament (Free verse) by Dovina

On the night she was betrayed She took bread and broke it And said, this is my body Broken by you. And after pouring wine She said, this is my blood Spilled for the remission Of your guilt. As often as she does this She does it In remembrance of him.

zodiac 19-Jul-04/2:56 AM
Wherever have you gotten the notion that everybody is going to attack a poem that 'fails utterly in its blah blah blah?' Since joining this site, you've gotten everything about poetry totally wrong. Aside from the vast majority of would-be poeticks who attack anything which isn't free-form and abstract to the point of utter meaninglessness, there is a small group of people bright or misguided enough to attack any poem which uses literary references and "accepted poetic devices" (whatever you mean by that) in an extraordinarily dim fashion. I am one of those people. I also often attack poems that make no sense, including almost every poemranker poem I've ever read.




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