The World-Grinding Tree Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

The World-Grinding Tree

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The world-grinding tree
No trace of the very ox.

We the common folk,
Yoked.
Yoked.

Friday, June 17, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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