Poetry Finalist: “Dark Forest”
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August 19, 2015
Trees claw,/ Birds crow,/ Stuck in the mud -/I have to go.
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Trees claw,/ Birds crow,/ Stuck in the mud -/I have to go.
They say she’s not quite right/ But they assume she’ll be okay/ And so they overlook her/ Day after day …
It has arisen, my dears, my children/ The war of a millennium years/ Blood of all are spilled throughout/ Filling the bare ground with a
Please tell me again why color dictates standards/ Didn’t y’all spend decades trying to reverse actions?
Top left, acutely American/ Going On the Road/ But finding only the Grapes of Wrath/ Pressed and fermented in my flask…
Any representation of an outcast/ is ammunition for the upper class…
