Poetry by Matthew Klane

PERSON.

my Parent / commerce
Toils in his wars,



by commerce ; For commerce ?
first / is in my diocese,



You represent the sacred person
Sir, with a sparing hand,



The merchants are rich enough ; 
to own their own / disgrace ;



With worthy, and as worthy, 
words / I’ll set my whole estate.

PERSON.

Oddly—Edward’s
afraid of Philip.



when he turns
His back,      I will say 
     it to his face,

He is afraid ;

He makes us all afraid.



Here we stop,
And wait for Philip.

In the bright of this fatal day.

I heard a blooming



mortal dart

near 
our person ;



I heard a blooming
Now hear its opposite ; 



defend ; Conveniences,

and lean Policy

a coward, in my reason					



when he turns
His back,      I will say 
     it to his face,




cut a path of Conscience then,

if Conscience is his friend.



PERSON.

one man 
before another,

a little creeping root

a little      to know     that little
to know      that little




Ambition.

an endless moralist.

here’s a story 

come into my head,




one by one ;
the wrong musicians
								
entertain
the Earls of Warwick

in ditches ?