Sharp Stick
A lonely white boy wields a sharp stick
scratching initials into tree bark
his name echoing throughout the empty forest, as the
whoops of a more savage breed of sons
from eons long past
creep into his ears.
Copyright © Jesse Jones | Year Posted 2007
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