Poison

Poison

A Poem by Scott Christian

A worn weathered bone lay in a field
nestled amidst a sea of flowing green
with cracks that ran along the surface
Curious it was that the green flourish
for the ground beneath it bore poison and dust
And every season flowers grew, though sparse
and stunted

But the bone did naught but lay in a field
surrounded by life

© 2018 Scott Christian


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Added on September 22, 2018
Last Updated on September 22, 2018

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Scott Christian
Scott Christian

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