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Posted by MFish Profile 04/23/18 at 10:59PM Poetry See more by MFish

I saw a man,
All withered and bent,
With limbs atwist
And fingers clenched,
Into claws of flesh.
I wondered if,
When he was young,
His bones grew straight
And strong,
Or if he walked erect,
With non curved spine?
Were the steps he took,
Both long and quick
And were his fingers supple?
I then further, wondered,
If on some future date,
I would also share his fate
And destiny, by becoming he.

Snohomish, Skagit and Island County

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