the little things
the monster can’t remember
the little things that make the big things
he looks through his old notebooks
but he can’t find anything
to trigger his memories
did I have a life? he wonders
or am I only a collection of spare parts?
outside the villagers
are pulling down the bricks he used
to repair his castle
A poem by David Humphreys of Stockton.
Published on 10.21.04
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