By Christopher Rupley


See them fall

one by one,

helplessly they crumble

under the heat of

a beating,

ruthless sun


Hear them cry out,

desperately they plea,

with their libations to God,

their very lives in his hands


Together they stand,

they’ve poured themselves


into each other

and down for the count


Cringing and failing,

they smell most


naked and afraid,

they’ve become stains

on the ground…











2 thoughts on “Rejected

  1. Thanks, Ben. Lately, I feel like I’ve been in a lul with my poetry. I want to write more, but feel as if I need more inspiration. I need to go on a photo hunt, or a trip, or read a good story…we shall see


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