Post by cornirog on Jul 23, 2010 18:12:31 GMT -5
Like Mice - Like Men
The sun and sky, brutally quiet -
another industrial morning where
corrugated friendships gather
and sleep is wiped out the corner
of sad red eyes.
Hulks of corroded metal
hug the earth, while the
harshness of another day
is softened by comradely
joshing.
Shared crusts of bread are
washed down with ice
cold water, floaters rise
in the glass, like moths.
We grow with each other
aching arms - aching minds
and push forward against it
like mice and men.
