The Hoe
The world loves crippling
particularly if weakness
applies to a manner of spoken language
mouth that does not squeaks
is like a hoe with no claws sunk in the ground
only combing and stroking
instead of tearing and crumbling the stony grass
Copyright © Marcin Malek | Year Posted 2015
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