With A Tired Hand Poem by Dennis Go

With A Tired Hand



With a tired hand
I reach in,
Touching a broken cranium
Restrained from
The gathering.

Who etched these
Initials of conspiracy
With so rough a texture,
L-O-V-E
Obtrusive and lame?

Sighs cloak the hand
That scrapes patterns
Detached
From a feeble crown.

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Dennis Go

Dennis Go

Manila, Philippines
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