Two Bottles Poem by Bill Grace

Two Bottles



Two beer bottles by the road nicely upright
It is fearing their drug powers that make me up-tight
What stories might be uttered
If with ears they heard the tales
Of walls that testify to private hells
Much more than two bottles abandoned upright
Sentries once guarding the prisoner at cause
Of our most common social violations.

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