No more poems for him

No more poems for him

No more poems for him.
All the long limbs
And lovely guile;
No more poems for him.
Trickster Vishnu he was,
Wasn’t he?
Lovely, maybe,
But so unseeming.
No more poems for him.
I refuse!
Hand, damn you,
Stop your possession.
No more poems for him.

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