Thursday, August 29, 2013

Poems and Prose #49 - Bowed

I knelt down,
to pray inside my mind,
as the crowds passed by,
some silent,
some muttering,
some cackling with disdain,
and I knew then
what it was to be a human,
frail and alone.

When I stood up,
I brushed
the insect carcasses
off my knees
and resumed my travels,
the sun's gleam
now seeming more obtrusive.

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