Found Poetry 352

8/27/20

the house burned in pain
its doorsill hollowed in a black lump
tables dissolved as tattooing fire split
no beds to rest, no chairs to sit
no more "knock at the door?"
no more wardrobe, only war

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

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