Life dangles
from fishing rod hooks.
Bouncing and banging
on rivers, already dead.
The usual prescription,
on hearing of escalations,
of yet more photographed
suffering.
On hearing the news
Life dangles
from fishing rod hooks.
Bouncing and banging
on rivers, already dead.
The usual prescription,
on hearing of escalations,
of yet more photographed
suffering.
A Wandering Poet 