I left him there,
no longer able to carry
those glorious days
of sweat and toil,
where the laughter
of our bones
echoed over fields
and high-country hills
where we reigned
as small gods.
HOSPITAL BED
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I left him there,
no longer able to carry
those glorious days
of sweat and toil,
where the laughter
of our bones
echoed over fields
and high-country hills
where we reigned
as small gods.