a husk sat in dusk
looked for traces of itself
a husk raised its voice
wailed to return to the soul
of you me they she & we
but the ground was wax
& the sky so deaf & bronze
war had melted them
by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2025
a husk sat in dusk
looked for traces of itself
a husk raised its voice
wailed to return to the soul
of you me they she & we
but the ground was wax
& the sky so deaf & bronze
war had melted them
by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2025
unbolt me 
What an image!
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Thank you, Dolly!
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My pleasure, Tony.
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Tony,
It sounds like frustration for sure. Praying for strength. Gary
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Thanks, Gary.
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even the voice can reach the deaf ear
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Yes, so true!
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