A Terminal Length Of Day Poem by Patti Masterman
A Terminal Length Of Day
Every sad day finds the commonplace bitter
Gnawing the still dark ravages of time,
Every place the spent blue sky above's harrowing;
Another line that fateful time unwind.
Every dog another dog's day is escaping;
The cleaver to the new flesh scarcely raised,
Every man's next, the long line of men suffering-
Making his mark, on a terminal length of day.
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