The Carpenter.


Dragged on to vapors bland,
Defending them from midnight land
Given to a porous wood,
Surrounding them by absent good
Cut away into finest dust,
Convincing them of what is must
Shaped into forms that plan to sell,
Leaving them to die unwell.
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2 comments

  1. So much said so very well in few words
    And after all, “Brevity IS the soul of wit “.
    Well done.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. I guess I don’t quite get the poem, but I love the image.

    Like

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