Can't rebuild
In my sense of dwarfish
I sought to fill the hole in
Myself with plain grass and cow dung
But know I see that the kinly love
I wish to carry and craddle
Is locked behind a curtain
That's old and full of tears
I mourn for it was
Me who slaughtered
Copyright © Tony Starquavious | Year Posted 2024
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