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Click hereFrom the point of view of a red clay brick.
(A Pantoum)
Though mortar holds me to the earth
I dream of meadows long before
quarries dragged me from my birth
and smothered like a murdered whore.
I dream of meadows long before,
I'm forced into this rigid shape
and smothered like a murdered whore
once young and fresh, bespoiled by rape.
I'm forced into this rigid shape
now used and tied to someone's whim,
once young and fresh, bespoiled by rape,
remembers life before the skim.
Now used and tied to someone's whim
quarries dragged me from my birth
remembers life before the skim
though mortar holds me to the earth.
....it's good to see you posting again. It's not easy to write a pantoum as smooth as this one that makes sense from beginning to end. Be well, or better at least.
{this is GP)