Author Eric Torgersen we find it and photograph it bury it out of sight and try to sleep with it tunnel the earth for one of its hands to lead us as if we could follow you as we followed to Bedlam and part as we followed past Live but you give us the slip Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments