Dark Volleyball Poems

You trod
over
frosted 
farmland
upon
your brow
was ice
and I
felt your
mind and 
knew your
heart and
that was
a sad
device

Smoked out
your life
widowed
your wife
you'll not
have that
daughter
fair nor 
dark haired
son to
toss up
midair

I dropped
you there
from...

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