Still They Call

Some poems are true monuments,

some lower to the ground

 

Some verse is loaded, stacked, and piled,

some stored away till found

 

A phrasing here, a meaning there,

now where to put it all

 

As voices cry within the womb

—unborn, but still they call

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

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