the junk we collect
in our loneliness
gives us away
birds fall from the sky
cattle lay down on the job
monday's long wait at the station
where nothing came and went
sleeping 12 hours in 3 hours
and forgetting the feasting
and the beasts that nest inside
the banquet
a hunger unloved in a cage
hardly barely begun
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1 comment:
this poem left me in deep thought- very touching and insightful
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