Collected Poems of John Holmes
Holmes, John A., Jr.
2002
Rocks
Rocks
I tried to make the peace with him, Let's dig a deep hole here," I said Between us, then let's bury all Our hate till it's forgot and dead." | |
He looked at me with eyes gone wise And weary, but no softened, "Stop," He said, "It's no use. When you fill Deep holes the rocks still stay on top." | |