The Wind Betrayed Me
Broke through
Pushed up
Crushed my knuckles on gritty earth
Stood straight never sinking
Soaked through with rainy tears
Sun-dried to crackling
Disdained by the moon
Bore fruit
Bored through it
Sheep scratch
Sheep scratch on me
No rest, no annual leave
No slumping in a seat
The wind betrayed me
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