Pages

Saturday, November 14, 2020

poem 13


by dog e relaford

for previous poem, click here

to begin series, click here



a traveler went walking
through a dark and ominous land
there were rebels on every rooftop
and messages in the sand

thee were bandits in the branches
of every bush and tree
with machine guns and machetes
all they wanted was to be free

they called on me to join them
but i passed on silent feet
i was looking for my little dog dinky
for in heaven we will meet

i asked a bandit for a nickel
he said he did not have a dime
but i will keep on asking
until the end of time


next poem



No comments: