Poem: Chore Woman

By: Roger Still

choreWoman

she’s a figure in rags
who holds the house together
arms stretched around
this world we hold dear
she’s the one
who held us together
in raging flood night
and cooled the licking
flames of destroyers
the one we never
noticed or spoke to
or regarded
as a mortal being.

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