Eternity's Yoke Poem by Shane Markie

Eternity's Yoke



All the words that dead men say
When whispering behind our backs
Written on fragments of sun-baked clay
Carried to Heaven by dung beetles on their backs.

Thursday, September 14, 2006
Topic(s) of this poem: heaven,sun
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