Numbing air, halting prayer
My fingers move along the beads
Cuffs of steel, a bitter meal
Walking down the reeds
Walking with my brothers
Down on through the reeds
Youngest one, a woman's son
The woman who now pleads
Riders slow, whip us go
Walking down the reeds
Walking 'way from mothers
Down on through the reeds
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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