A Poem Without L.
Mighty ones on a weighty height,
by OBIGOD CHIDI CECE
As fifty horns in a frosty tight
Upon mountains of fearing peak,
To sip fountains from a tearing cheek.
I have seen what I am yet to see;
I have been where I am yet to be.
When I run as a drifting rabbit
Then I turn to the thrifting habit.