their bones speak
whispering from the solid earth
that gives them harbour
and the grimace
that their past has formed
must be met with a stoical eye
in the blend of all that has gone
and the focus we see
in all that is to come
bunker
their bones speak
whispering from the solid earth
that gives them harbour
and the grimace
that their past has formed
must be met with a stoical eye
in the blend of all that has gone
and the focus we see
in all that is to come
paulhp poetry 