Layin' Pipe
Large hands, coarse, are prayin’
Another day, layin’
Yet again! The pipe grows
Into the dark it flows
Neath the underground, toil!
Pushing dank sod till soiled
Into the lightless folds
Plundering till all’s cold
Ever thus, life unfolds…
(9/12/21)
Copyright © Susan Woodrow | Year Posted 2021
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