The Clay Man Poem by Barry Kavanagh

The Clay Man



Moulded of Virtu

Not made for this world

Carved of the beautiful hand

Liquid Earth soul

Crying tears of the Earth

From your brow smooth and fold

A thousand yard stare

And your heart sets cold

Monday, June 29, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: art,fun,funny
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