Hunted Like The Wicked Dog I'M Not Backward To Sea Poem by James McLain
Hunted Like The Wicked Dog I'M Not Backward To Sea
Prostrated down and up I'm hunted so my soul
forever wanders freed to be an
islands sands on warn
out knees.
Rivers stand the hills run up to crown perched
tops a lonesome place
to be.
Never knowing if or when the night is shuttered
thunder is a glint of eveiled teeth
knashed unto me.
Hello kindly be a voice of reason when all else
has flown in sea to shinning see
an endless being.
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