Crazy
Maisie Queen of March
A host of cuckoo songs to bring
Primarily
a step to take
To flip the early axis swing
Flighty days
of hopeful numbers
Upon a
crashing ocean roar
Sending
messages unmerciful
Wicked
flags of waging war
A
chiming bell of new beginnings
Her footsteps
soled with iron studs
Convinced
her might is proof of right
Replacing
twigs with diamond buds
Trails
of thunder leave no stone unturned
Sheltered
havens have no place
No tears
she sheds for last year’s strain
Rejecting hope of saving face
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