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This poem won a contest on another site. I thought I'd try it here as well. |
Totem pole on yonder hill Wooden faces on guard Eyes look in full stare Beggar walks on by. Knots of pine carved to see Fighting now the sands of space Painted eyes sightless and blind Chief on top cannot speak. Totem pole held as sacred Omens luring in the prey Sedna lips that stand silent Just paint on display. |