Trudge, trudge

don’t droop your eyes

walk through mud,

no submersibles in the rivers and gullies

collecting tires without a vehicle

hanging instead about your neck

and arms.

Yells collect behind those metal belts

looping and trapped

heard only by yourself and the mud

trudge, trudge.

Please, enjoy the needless resistance

for another sixty years.


5 thoughts on “

  1. MyHomeIsWriting

    I like this. Glad to see you writing again. It feels like its been a while. Or maybe I’m just not very observant.


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