By Andrew R. Duckworth
The filthiest thing
In the world is history-
Blood soaked and battle battered,
Footsteps littered
Across the sacred,
Soot covered,
Trampled over,
Chains and shackles,
Bodies piled high
For the cleanup crew
Of vultures and dogs,
Prideful parrots pecking
Their stories onto stone.
And, yet, we all have our own.
Poetry of Andrew Ryan Duckworth 