Old Cow Paths


The past 
    pesters
like a moan
  in the city.

Worlds gone by
     yields
packed earth
     cow path
   through 
     barbed wire.

At night 
   or quiet
you feel
  like packed 
      earth,
from pain
      paths.

And the animal
   fence
          becomes 
     razor wire
   prison
       trap.

   The swallowed 
  sadness
screams
     to topple
        towers.

Heart
      refuses.

   Cuts wires
  to 
        black earth
             and green
              grass.

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