Classic poem of the day
An Angel from his Paradise drove Adam
From mine, a Devil drives me: thank you, Madam!
Member poem of the day
Close by ancient wooden doors
and narrow, mud-walled alleyways
you will find
in every hamlet
out to the farthest reaches of rural Afghanistan
monstrous fighting dogs,
stained blonde fur,
red-eyed madness,
alien beasts on strong chains
fastened to improvised anchors
far weaker than you would prefer.
