“Hundreds of bloody flags fleeing at sunset / Across the darkening plains. / Some general leading another army into defeat, / While you pour honey over the walnuts, / And I wait my turn to lick the spoon.”
Read five poems by Charles Simic over at The Daily PEN American.
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