I Am Not Sydney Carton

CEE's poetry captures the bliss of calamity and the art of candor with brilliant edge and taste. While reading this verse, you might hear an acoustic guitar bellowing Brahms, the yawps of a violent crowd, or the utter silence of a convicted soul just before the guillotine makes its perfect slice... “But, it's not impersonal/This is so personal/It's made of God.”