The Barley Wire Octopus Poem by nathan martin

The Barley Wire Octopus

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</>derelict gypsies in the shade
speak with crows across the way.

through the barley field and the corn
spread the tenacles that were forlorned.

telephone wires that have no shape
stretching out so none escape.


some said that it was the cross,
some followed the lines and were lost.

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