Where The Map Showed Nothing

They lived where the map showed nothing,
 they ran on an unmarked trail,
 where the trees and the swamp marked the borders of
 what you'd pass at a rummage sale 

They lived where the map showed no one,
 in a hidden dent in the nation,
 but people can live and die, it seems,
 without much


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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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