At The Crossroads Poem by RIC BASTASA
At The Crossroads
at the crossroad
we meet again
not as father and son
or brother to
brother
we shall meet
as friends
and shed off
the bad blood
between us
if blood does not
work and thresh
conflicts out
let us be dying men
in bone and skin
in thirst and hunger
what we need
is water and food
and some wood
we do not need
words
for another round
of argument
why not brother?
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