Notes About The Poem
From my book East Of Nowhere
Fire In the Mind
I couldn't help but notice
that the dead wood
in society when gathered
could make quite a bonfire
if only one could collect it
but my kindling
had been eaten
by the termites
and so the rot
gets hold of more
and more
until we all rot
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