Laynie Browne

This sonnet is your personal amulet To be worn in instance of need Or constantly held in the mind Occurring here and elsewhere at this moment This sonnet is sent without cunning To cull a particular phrase from your lips To enlist another protector In this age of malcontent benefactors Against an ironclad schooner Feudal kingdom Dismemberment by jubilant crowds Strangely indifferent faces Heat and dust besides Suicide implicating others