real west
periodic poetry
1.25.2010
Deep Hole
You can dig a hole deep
I’ve dug my share
My father taught me
He’s a master
It’s about being efficient
Like every thing else
So I dig my grave
Like a trench for my father
Or eight dollars an hour
On a rainy afternoon
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