We dig, and we plough, and we till,
water the vine so it can grow tall,
so we can reach the stars, perhaps,
the moon; seize the sun.
Through force of will, we climb,
and hunt tomorrow's fate;
we are hunters, but still we gather,
raking in the pieces of our broken pasts.
Let's dissolve our flames in the death bed of our ancestors,
exchanging crowns dug up from a wounded earthen grave.
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Please Don't Touch
PoetryPlease Don't Touch is my first self-published book of poetry, written and published originally in 2012. #51 in Poetry, 3 June, 2017 #85 in Poetry, 4 June, 2017 #108 in Poetry, 25 May, 2017 #136 in Poetry, 26 May, 2017 #149 in Poetry, 24 May, 2017 #1...
