The Poetry of
Jack Scott

Cassandra.

I’ll defy your god, relieve you,
earn his carbon copy rage, believe you.
Lady, once before you die
in your profound humiliation,
listen . . .
before your tongue is idiot:
whenever in doubt you must lie,
-or no one will believe you.

 

473 ®Copyright 1972 Jack Scott. All rights reserved.
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