Amongst the flock

Amongst the flock

A Poem by andrew mitchell

What is a shepherd
without his sheep
but a lone wolf
left hungry.

The mantle clock
has spoken
the chime knocks
on internal brass
that moves the hand
controlling the masses.


© 2022 andrew mitchell


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Added on February 11, 2022
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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