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Poems by Inchiki
Grandpa
old tooled
hand and nail
leather S T R A P
&
sharp KNIFE!
I think of all the things you managed
to do
in your life
left school
hard
Rap then Rail against the war-cast die
Home land
abandoned
to sea
Land home
to make ends, amends,
and shoes
for
You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you and me
