three small-smalls – ii

I.
                      Discount the unformed
flame, and 
       the tug, what of the tug?

II.
                      The steady hum of mud
calibrates
       now a feudal anti-climax?

III.
                      The sad priest gloats
shame, art
       ful pen of history-guilt?

This poem revisits the original Three small-smalls

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