We fall from the vaunted heights
Like the arrows of the working poor,
Onto the shiny knights
At the battle of Agincourt.
We may win this fight,
But we’ll no doubt lose the war.
Printmaking, Poetry, and Bookmaking.
Printmaking, Poetry, and Bookmaking.
We fall from the vaunted heights
Like the arrows of the working poor,
Onto the shiny knights
At the battle of Agincourt.
We may win this fight,
But we’ll no doubt lose the war.
