The Daily Rag



Blood dripping on ink

caged and drowning

locked in and blasted

blink with fatigue eyelids

darkness stained voice

unheard in upper realms

heads are spinning tops

burning alive burning up


necklaced with explosive

foaming at the mouth

we will remember those

solemn faces in prayer

before panic sets in


we do not see further

faces pressed to dust

imagine this, no, rejoin

reset that grubby line.



Patrick Williamson

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