Sweet Onion Grass
Sunday, November 14, 2010
I heard you cry
Over the telephone,
Obstructed by electric
Crackles, and ever
A wretched length away.
Your sorrow so pitiful,
So raw,
So bereaved,
Carried to me on wires,
A pain so cutting,
And I was powerless.
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