Hanging jack

erasure of a page from Samuel Pepys' diary

[My lute an office
where I expect to walk.

I found a stone in mourning
for the temple.

Bread and butter were discoursing
of the great eater.

I remember a hanging jack
to roast birds—that heat.

I played a while on my lute
and could not kill anything.]

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Saturday 4 February 1659/60.

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