Wreckage of the Past
How do
you clean
up the
wreckage of
the past
when the
wreckage of
the past
has become
the very
stuff you’re
made of?
How do
you clean
up the
wreckage of
the past
when the
wreckage of
the past
has become
the very
stuff you’re
made of?
Filed under poems & short jabs