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Barton D Smock
Poems
Mar 2014
world
you were born asleep
and your mind
reached a place
where you had
no hands-
your first memory
is of being aware
that someone
beat you to them.
when given
an alphabet
to recite
you count
as predicted
by your fatherβs
future.
I have known men
to kick babies
with no more thought
than setting them
to stun.
invent nothing.
words end
but end
on a word.
Written by
Barton D Smock
48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)
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