Witness Poem by Leo Yankevich

Witness



The wind or consciousness intones:
“Better never to have been born.”
You watch along the creek bank stones.
A Norway rat filled up with corn
squeals as a mink drags it away,
the blood left on the loam: a trail,
a trail to heaven, blue today,
but winding first through earth and hell.

Friday, August 28, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Edward Kofi Louis 28 August 2015

With the blood left on the loam. Nice work.

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M Asim Nehal 28 August 2015

Clean poem with pain well defined.

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Leo Yankevich

Leo Yankevich

Farrell, Pennsylvania
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