Game
Written 08-24-87
©2018, Olan L. Smith
Hunted game,
Hide your soul
For he is coming.
With your hide
He will fashion
Mittens for his young,
And with your flesh
Stew,
For his family.
Little human hide.
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Older Poems from the Pen of Olan L. Smith
PoetryThis collection is a gathering of most of my older poems, both published and unpublished, making it easier to find my poetry.
