Life Goes To Blood
Life--
You mean that kind of life.
Not that life like I have none,
Or my so-called life,
But life in general.
The life that crawls out of the ocean.
The life that goes to green--
Or to blood.
Now I see.
Copyright © Bill Yates | Year Posted 2016
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