Men*mice Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Men*mice



Fields of rice golden tops wheat
their bread threading silos grow
on your head.
Poison must fast daily sow
mechanic man oiled in
grime not to know.
Child from the womb have a care
wise can the man fix her hair.
Floor cold hard books do to stir
ember lost word within you.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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