The Men (poem draft)
The Men
The men came out of the woods
And we were children
And didn’t know what to do to them
We watched them from the window
How would they die
In the cold
We thought
They were walking toward us
We closed the blinds
We are not here
The farmhouse is not here
The men put us in their overcoats
Speckled eggs we were in the overcoats
They took us back to the woods
In the woods there was a steeple
And cars
And an ice cream maker
The men were cold
We found our way out of the woods
The blinds fell
We held their hands
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