Gold Poem by Amala Comer
Gold
Touch this land
and you will be damned.
The miners pick
in your flesh will stick.
A graveyard lantern
in dim light glows
Held in the hand
of The Mountain of Sorrows.
Thursday, April 25, 2013
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August 31st 2012
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4/24/2024 6:18:57 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Really gold is mountain of sorrow, key to all evils.