Another journey
Poem by Roger Iredale
A hellish trip, that drag through rocks
as blank as faces in a coma, for two
such undertravelled, simplish souls.
Their pathways glinted over carcases of hills
like ribs picked smooth by vultures where dogs
as daft as donkeys brayed the slightest scrape.
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