Trenches

I wish you knew what it was like

to dig dirt

To see your French manicure dulled

by the earth

I wish you could hear what we

think down here

But the only sound you hear

is the jangle at your wrist

of metal upon metal

Posted by ruth at June 07, 2005 01:36 AM

Comments

Ruth, I imagine you as being an archiaologist (don't know if that's the correct spelling) of some sort. Digging, metal to metal...perhaps gold? Anyways' great writing!
Lynn Vasquez
Posted by: Lynn Vasquez on June 7, 2005 05:48 PM