2 September 2003 | Vol. 3, No. 3
St. Helena
Another beetle with a crushed carapace,
thin-lipped, you argued with your jailer—
won every time.
The sun hit the water;
a crowd followed its moving light:
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2 September 2003 | Vol. 3, No. 3
Another beetle with a crushed carapace,
thin-lipped, you argued with your jailer—
won every time.
The sun hit the water;
a crowd followed its moving light:
h