Found Poetry 270

4/29/20

manshapes covered by dust and dirt
they rest under the cloth of centuries
soon to be exposed to the sky
where water will pool in the ivory pieces
sliding into their deep cut marks

This poem was created from Sylvia Plath's collected works. Click here to get a book of Plath's poems.

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