We Do Not Wish, None of Us
We do not wish, none of us
In raising, to harm
Less a hand, a slapping thought!
As much who gives, who receives
Oft for the shock grieves.
What can we say, fellow trees?
World-facing, cower.
Of the same overwrought force
A gale's, for each other's mood
Met with. That cold; crude.
Copyright © James Watkin | Year Posted 2023
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