It does happen
that someone falls
into a ditch
someone bellows
to a world
that does not bother to listen
We are all in this pit
Who will pull us out?
Yes, you heard me
as I whisper into you soul
I hope words that emerge
from this dry mouth
reflect the coins in my pocket
there is a hole in this poem
gaping
as the moon mocks
the stars wink
the wind cheers
the forgettable shadow lurks
the breeze
the rays
the leaves
the sun
the grave
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