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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Marshall Graye


 

Writer

I work in hidden corners
In darkened alleys none can see
Like a criminal at night
Ashamed of his job.

I work in crevices
Where rats make nests
And filth collects
On secret and forbidden things.

These secret and forbidden things
Grotesque to the eye
Lay stuffed out of sight
So they can be ignored.

Buried under mire
But never forgotten
I gather these things like treasures
And throw them into view.