Without Clothes Poem by Sebastian Soberania

Without Clothes



this is the moment
when you find no use of clothes
you go bare
like the trees and the grass

you are so natural
mammalian and yet so
cold

trembling and wet and
without a home to go to

you dig your own grave
and let the grass and weeds
take charge of you.

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