grim
A New England Autumn
From a hospital bed
he recounts:
A gang of youths
surround and savage him
with fists
and pieces of steel
robbing him
leaving him a pulpy mess
tasting cement
laced with a soupçon
of young wine
drawn from the fallen
and fermenting claret leaves
of maple.
Poetry by jim

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Written on 2017-11-16 at 14:02




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