They Never Forget Poem by Harold D. Cecil

They never forget the violent twang,
relishing it with a shove of the head
deep into that tumultuous muck
from which no one comes out willingly,
Venting their illness into the helpless
they find fault in the Earth herself,
squirming out of her grasp as
she tries to keep them warm

Pray a river comes to wash away
the filth that has accumulated
about their suffering
Pray a silent rain falls to soften
the husk of pain