Mercy waits with eyes
Rolled back and body shaking
Supine as a prostitute
Awaiting fresh trade
In a cold, dank cell.
Thursday, January 08, 2009
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An experiment, to see if I am capable of writing one poem a day for an entire year. Readers are welcome to comment on the work, or post their own work in response.
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