From the branches of a tree
At the edge of the table
Holding the wheel
With a cup if we’re able
On top of a street
At the head of the stairs
A foreign bomb lands
On whomever has hands.
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by Wei Santang / December 31st, 2023
From the branches of a tree
At the edge of the table
Holding the wheel
With a cup if we’re able
On top of a street
At the head of the stairs
A foreign bomb lands
On whomever has hands.
This article was posted on Sunday, December 31st, 2023 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.
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