Poem: Ours
By: Robert League
this wall is ours
and we sit on
guarding it with warm
haunches
until scraping spare
hands come to take
it away and then we
have to ask:
would we injure
or maim for this wall?
By: Robert League
this wall is ours
and we sit on
guarding it with warm
haunches
until scraping spare
hands come to take
it away and then we
have to ask:
would we injure
or maim for this wall?
