this piddle poem knows

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this piddle poem knows  (  swonk meop elddip siht  )






this piddle poem knows

the price of wyvern eggs


a loaf of broken bread

a pint of almond milk


the green of england's beans

& sceptred pheasant gland


a twisted lizard queen

the onion skins within


the shapes of space & time

a song about an owl


the squawks within this wood

& backs of phantom hands


the raisin in the rhyme

the fate of all your foes


& where you buried the bodies

- so watch it

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