While I was deleting some things earlier today I came upon a poem that I jotted down a few years back. I think it might actually be kind of good, so I'm sharing it here.
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Untitled
The hills would not tell if King Aha had passed this way
Or Gilgamesh, or Agamemnon.
Treading the gravel and sand and dust
Where the wind passed, sweeping
Obliterating marks
No bones to be seen
Nor the fertile swathes, clothed in wheat
Which earth had given, never the work of human hands
Could tell a tale of their sowing
Nor did they await
The caress
Of the reaperman.
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If anyone can suggest a title I'm all ears.
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