Word After Word
Word after word
drawn, spilled and unheard.
they till and then fill
The loose soil with skill.
Threw the dirt in the well
and wished to be learned.
Fell like a bird
drew the pen with the sword
dug out a den just past the glen
but fell short of when
and of women and men
asked all that they yearned.
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