Thee Abortion
Leaving the train left us rattled
braising sounds abruptly heightened
my senses measured completely
beneath sullen moments within
quiet calmness thee essence of
Arlington cemetery the hidden forestry
catering to tiny mounds and trees
industrial findings nestled crawdads
flew out sparingly creating winged mesh
emptiness covered in insects flesh
Copyright © Yolanda Nicholsen | Year Posted 2023
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