accepting gravel

The dead perhaps are going somewhere too
On the train to the land across the lake which

Bleeds sour blood at the foot of the river which
Joins it asking it to look up to the tallness of the

Peak which towers beside and marvel at the
Edifice while accepting its flow of gravel along

Side water.

This entry was posted in Poetry.

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