At the Top of the Hill - Process Your Anger about the Human Condition

At the Top of the Hill

You’ll find it
At the top of the hill,
In that house no one
Lives in anymore,
Where that one family
Nobody talks about
Endured all those
Unmentionable things,
Collective loss of
Memory, the weight of
What we actually are.


 
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Poetry by Guy Farmer