Rainy Morning Poem by Dorsey Baker

Rainy Morning



His eyes they
Become a red hot fireplace
His heart chants
A war song

Evil produces
A demon that
Has no sense of humor

A throat deep with darkness
Barks anger
Just like a dead dog

An awful sound emerges
Women weeping
Babies crying
Old men too weak to walk
Just hobble
Very uncomfortable
Another rainy morning!

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