Waiting at the Pole
written 7 January 2014
Pole, Cliff, Land, Sand
And sea.
White, tall, solid, cold
The pole takes your back
like an iron bed.
You are chained, imprisoned;
it is all you knew
before.
Pole, Cliff, Land, Sand
And sea.
White, tall, solid, cold
The pole takes your back
like an iron bed.
You are chained, imprisoned;
it is all you knew
before.
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