poetry

the words were there

I didn’t catch

The name of the mule 

Who kicked me

Still caught the blow

Stomach squeezed

Between harsh fingers

Listless and swollen

The last wound to

Keep me awake

Sleep and ensure

In tight cycles

But it will pass

And even so,

The words were there

They always are

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