He shrugged it on,
It being the hug of a coat
found in the middle of a rail
amongst other men's shirts.
Heavy, the collar gently chafed
the back of his neck
cleaving to its materials.
The weight of another man's coat
Hanging from his shoulders.
of war yesterday we went to war to rid the world of want filling coffers with oil vast vats grains dark powders spice life water and wine...
No comments:
Post a Comment