Penn's Woods Poem by C.R. Blazo
Penn's Woods
A great war faught
Across my mouth and cheek
Lost hands changed my composition
And slaughtered my dear friends
They never came back
My scars and blemishes
Carry the songs of men
My wilds subverted
My originals.. seconds
To whom are they billed
To whom should carry my hundreds of pains
In scarlet skies revenge shall come
For I will open up to swallow
While the rest will be shaken off like fleas.
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