Six Crowns


I got a six stained tear
And a mouth
drawn,
Like an up turned U.
There can be little doubt
My touch is felt
Over oceans.
I have a toasting fork
With which
I pierce
These truths.
Six is a common tear duct,
There are cheeks
In every town.
And dust bowls waiting,
For my heavy crown.

© Chris Thompson

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