The TroughA Poem by PeteIt takes two to speak the truth: one to speak, and another to hear. - Thoreauwhat i was and wasn't capable of the depth and shallowness of my faith the longings in my flesh the need to refresh the pillar in my life of a baby born in a creche no, i knew nothing of myself until the wheels came off afraid of crouping a covid cough stranger in a dark city's scoff served only its twisted, incendiary molotov forced to drink only from that baby's trough © 2022 PeteAuthor's Note
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