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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