POETRY

Down With The Red Queen!

A Sonnet from the Other Side of the Rabbit Hole

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“Quicken me to beknow of your purpose —
Into the dark bosom of the Red Queen
We march, uninterrupted — unpercussed.”

“Most of our men are more sickly with Green
Unlike any scene e’er sought to be seen —
Truly, this, this is much…