a poem from 10:93.
cold and rainy, pretty typical mid-november day here. back to the paper mill tomorrow. no idea what the schedule holds, as i've been on vacation with no updates from the fellow slaves.
THE SORRY NEVER OFFERED
the sorry never offered
now on the wings of crows
in rotten corn fields
rains caress their torn feathers
as a mother caresses a repetitive child
crows. old & weary -
distracted. hold the sorry never offered.
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the poetry and rambling thoughts of a working class poet
