Respect For the Sunken Sea
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Respect for the Sunken Sea
David J Walker
Call home the bison to blacken
And roam freely the prairie floor
Once more as if farms failed and
Farmer flailed about a desperate ruin
The rains run north or south but never
Here nor never there
The dry air invites the sun to
Turn the towns left to rust
Into the dust of simmered measures of
Unremembered history
Call home the eventual grasses guarding
The parched ground where the
Sound of the wind winds and refines
The prayers offered to departed fathers
The passing path is shrouded in silence
Copyright © David Walker | Year Posted 2022
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