Katy Begs Poem by Charlotte Ballard

Katy Begs



As I ran a knuckle across
My pappa’s unshaved chin
Dark, peppery, rasping
Out a praise, dim and faint
Calling soldiers to arm
“Quick, men, Quick –“
A clutching fades
And I tumble into
Darkness.

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