Crowded



Jesus, what are you doing here in Mordor?

I thought it was only Sam and Frodo here,

And me, of course.

But you were here before us,

Bruising your feet in all this stony waste,

Falling beneath the sorrow of the world.




I guess there's quite a crowd here after all,

And all of us thinking that we're here

Alone.
(c)  Jo Conkle  2002
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