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Found Poetry 619

5/3/21

he struck with anvil fists
my whole body became a pressure point
my root now cut
my power now shut
     down
but with no tapping and no referee
what will become of me?

This poem was created from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. Click here to get Leaves of Grass.

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