Eaten Poem by Missy Lynn
Eaten
If you stand about this hilly place
Nothing in life alien to you
If you are standing where the holy ground is
Where a cross marks every grave
Not here with us in the valley
Your soul will become stiff and bent
You who are kicking against fate
By sitting on that hill side
You shall fall asunder of halves
Down the hill at great speed
And never feel whole again
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