At last I came there – where she worked and died.
One bed, one window, one door – nothing else.
Her bed unable to tell of all she led.
I found one board raised up and dug in there
I dug up the poorly spelled truth laid bare.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
At last I came there – where she worked and died.
One bed, one window, one door – nothing else.
Her bed unable to tell of all she led.
I found one board raised up and dug in there
I dug up the poorly spelled truth laid bare.