Our Daily Prose
An experiment in regular inspiration, writing, reviews and musings.
Wednesday 6 April 2016
Motherless Infants
How far they fall,
owned by another.
to be blind,
to hear the truth.
Appreciate their words.
fibres into threads
in times of censure.
What was stolen?
death loaned,
denounced.
Nothing but motherless infants.
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Image (c) Izzy Prior 2013 CC by 2.0
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