trench man #7: staggered end

another blow
and he staggers
as the blade
passes through

part exhaustion
part relief
he stares
at what he has exposed

nowhere
to nowhere

just a line
of emptiness
etched into the ground

another day

one other day
will be right
and he will start one end

to turn the clods
the clay and soil
and bricks
back

so the proof
he was here
might never
be found


© Frank Prem, 2017

June 2017 Poem #16: what will the moon

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