Justin Tallman

(September 4th,1989 / Milwaukee, WI)

The Dull Knife & The Absurd Weed


Take a dull knife
and cut at the dirt
in a hopeless attempt
to dig

Get at that root
of the consuming weed
dig with the dull knife
and cut out it's source
of life

The dirt is cold
the knife is dull
the root
of the weed
is stubbornly thick

Impossible?
It may take for ever
your wrist will ache
your forearm will burn
and your mind
will run dry
in the thinking well

Regardless
you will eventually
kill that absurd weed
with roots
that sink deep

Submitted: Friday, January 04, 2013

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  • Gajanan Mishra (1/4/2013 4:42:00 AM)

    good poem. thanks. Take a dull knife and cut at the dirt.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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