Humanity spilled- tossed about,
jingled in the the pockets
like small change.
A bit here and a piece there
the sum of which is whole
but spread about
without custodial care.
The casual acceptance-
disrespected by dispersal
to quail and disintegrate
in the shadows
of rich indifference.
1 comment:
I'm loving this piece.
I'm a poet as well, and I've recently set up a blog for my works and there are some things I'd like to ask you about.
Hope to here from you soon.
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