henry digger

henry when you’re
done digging down there
you can come up and eat something

no ma no
there’s no time

in the corner
of the basement
a basket of tiny skulls
empty pumpkin pie crusts
henry’s slayer t-shirt

when you’re done down there
come up ya gotta eat

no ma no

that tunnel ain’t
going nowhere
come up and eat

ma there’s something in there
i gotta go

clink of thin bone against thin bone
a second basket dragged into reach

ma you never said
there’d be so many of them

come up henry
come up

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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