The Sheared-off Pin

The pin is broken,And the wheel has slipped from the rod.The mechanics of our passageAre broken now,And all our worldly venturesHave spilled out onto the ground:Her red backed Bible,Your cast-iron pans,The lens we used to burn down ants.All there in the muck:My bad corduroy pants.Jerseys of just so muchVictory – and victoriesCounted large thoughLying there […]