Some measure of trepidation

Bill Hust
Bill Hust
Sep 7, 2018 · 1 min read

it is not without
some measure of trepidation
that i tell you
i came here to fight but not to suffer.

i will call you brother
and be hungry
and i will migrate
remembering home as it was
and as i wished it had been

it’s true
i already know calluses on my hands
and the smell of dust in the kitchen air,
the blackness that gets in your nose
that comes out each night under…

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Bill Hust

Beard of rotten barley, hands of mottled clay. Writer and recycling enthusiast in the Pacific Northwest, United States.

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