Dying Language Poem by Red Talgarth
Dying Language
Rating: ★5.0
He tossed his worthless doggerel
At her like a well gnawed bone
While the grey mountain cursed
The scared mind empty and alone.
Lost centuries ago they knealt in prayer
He could not think in lines so straight
And would sing in a dead tongue
Through the musty gloom to late.
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4/30/2024 10:05:39 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Hello Red, Black calling, think you need an extra 'o' in too in the final line? Does this poem pre-date me?