Found Poetry 1,043

5/20/22

shells on the smouldering grass
trenches like marrow
bone edge misery
I lie there burned
my future narrow
mortality a memory
a bundle held by thread
taste your own throat
the system made this red

This poem was created from Walden by Henry Thoreau. Click here to get Walden.

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