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Splattered words are thrown about
as
the cold ground grips the root.
Skin of earth is pierced again
as
The cold ground grips the root.
Home we knew as life dissolves
as
The cold ground grips the root.
Last breath that holds the sky
as
The cold ground grips the root
grass bleeds out to crimson red
as
the cold ground grips the root.
Another drop without the fall
as
The cold ground grips the root.
None will hear the shot fired.
as
The cold ground grips the root
The cold ground shall release
when the grip of root is free
to feed the hungry world
God will sleep again
and all will be
as though
it never
was
Copyright © Vernon Witmer | Year Posted 2021
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