Searching Poem by Thomas Cornfield
Searching
Searching
By Thomas William Cornfield
I'm Searching for the pig.
I walk the sand under every rock.
Over hills, over fields.
We can never stop.
We look and look.
I'm unable to sleep.
I'm unable to think.
I'm unable to eat.
I'm unable to drink.
No one cares why should I.
I stop for a smoke.
As a noise rings out.
I'm A body bag.
State side bound.
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