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Broken: a poem for Elijah in his grief - Moss Kingdom
When he broke, the yoke of him spilled out and there was an anger in his sadness. Horror at the young boy’s laughing shout, the sickening mirth and ringing gladness over the destruction his hands had wrought. The boys had found the nest beneath the leaves on a branch too low; and now, what ought they […]
M. Gus