The Recruiters


He ran for his life

holding the hands of friends

Far from home

Distant from his parents


Out of their sight

deep in the pastures of nature

From the preying cameras

of the recruiters


For they wanted him;

and his family and friends

To take the marrow 

That was stuck in the bones


His was on flight mode

  • Author: Cesuke (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 31st, 2023 13:59
  • Comment from author about the poem: This is a found poem I created from the Novel called "Marrow Thieves"
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 6

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