erasure of a page from Samuel Pepys' diary

War is a roar, a Vive le Roi
from one to another possessed servant
with the king’s lips.
The speakers suffer nothing more
than to be loyal, dutiful, faithful
and obedient ninepins.
No place to belong to,
every man is clerk of the signet.
Minister and army tell me
that pain is a present.

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Friday 4 May 1660.

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