The Lark
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The Lark

Afterword

Poetry

Photo by A Perry on Unsplash

A lump of concrete, in my stomach,
Settles in, sets off a dragging
Motion. An Ape-like me grunts
‘Set me free.’ Nothing happens.
And all of a sudden the whole sullen world
Of getting and spending and moaning
And groaning is all at once so utterly alien to me.
I walk in cool air, hear the blackbirds sing,
Watch this season’s robins take to wing,
Their flight works to keep my grief away from
Consciousness. The lump of concrete is…

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John E Marks

John E Marks

I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can