Famine. Poem by Roy Storey

Famine.



Rotting flesh drops, from the bones
in to the limpid waters
of a lifeless stream.
Trees blacked decaying stand,
under a sky as blue
as yesterday.
As today.

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Roy Storey

Roy Storey

10 september 1939
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