Dear Maker

James Long
Dec 10, 2021
1 min read

Who conceived

these pieces that bleed

for so much the world cannot make?

If I was a creature made to drink mercy

speak beauty

Why does it always feel

like reading letters to the trenches

and shadow puppet shows?

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