Revised sonnet #356
Your letter leans on desk a book its prop
I read the words of love in looking glass
I cannot cry I fear I wouldnt stop
Theyve won the war its end of lad and lass
They burn our libraries and bide their mass
Our arab mirrored what they spell on scroll
Theyll keep us close yet cold as second class
Our right to privacy improves their goal
Through paddle salt Ill scry a hidden poll
I see through smoky glass the second sun
The suns at back their silhouettes black as coal
In mirrors left is right or right is left
As crypto semites well abridge that cleft
Chorus left port sinistral
