Thirty Short Poems About My Favorite Black Metal Band
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Why sir do you dwell on the place our man is from,
when this is only a detail, a biographical note
for the press kit perhaps, if he had one.
What does the music sound like, what is its mood?
Ma'am if it please the court,
black metal at the end of the day
is a cryptically written personals ad
whose abbreviated details form half the substance
of their referent:
SWM, Paris, d/d OK,
hates crowds,
loves nothing,
into stuff you probably don't like;
I get a particular feeling
looking at castles in the countryside,
don't bother to call.
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