Eulogies

A Poem by ZeeArsonist

just feet dug through earth
in a hurry, "fill your basket
we're leaving."

the gardens weep
for their gutless selves
the harvest is over,

i know.

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Added on February 25, 2008
Last Updated on September 1, 2014

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