SLICES

Out here in the lonely wild
they wait us out
patient with pain
a storeyard for the discarded

have you seen the horses
cardamon cut outs
throat singing descriptions
of what it is like
not to be alive

broken porcelain moon
blood stained
leather worn saddles
moths

it wrote you
so write it back

enjoying your poetry, Satish Verma- Nesster

"Moon is riding on the church." Satish, a thousand more and you'll be home.- tsultrimserri

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