Suitcase Poems
Wednesday, 28 April 2010
Roots
There’s no wonder at
Going back to your roots
Again
All the ground
You were born
Into remains
Built around
A man who’s own tree
Has been chewed
And hacked
Whose given son
Is let come
To set up
And move the rooms
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