Poetry / Poets

Cold, cold ground. by Kenneth Trimble

Lay me down
In the cold, cold ground.
Sing hallelujah
Sing glory be.
The farms going down
The bank called it in
No need to wake
Life’s in the bin.
Got me a bottle
Got me a gun
Got me Tom Waits
Singing the cold,
Cold ground.

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