from the threshing floor – 3

the things that we believe remain:

the dust of stars, the ‘print of years —

a smattering of hope, and tears,

and roots our branches to sustain

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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