Hardscrabble Farm                       (January 1998)    

Damn, before you know it
tiny scarlet drops
are leaking onto my
clean, unblemished shirt,
spreading out and drying
for everyone to see.

We search for heroes
when they are all around us;
but what material
can permanently resist
the stains of flesh and blood.
Poems

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