Every breath my lungs inhale
strips away one link of mail.
The green and innocence of youth
burned in factories of truth,
and the metal that remained
was forged into a fragile chain
that holds a single, golden rood,
or the stone of solitude.
(Poet's Partyline, Hot Springs, AR.; 1982 or so;
Photograph by Steve Ketzer, Jr.,1980;
Second photograph by Eric Ketzer, 1982)
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