Rugged Wood

Rugged wood,

Little body laid.

Soft the skin

And rough the place.

Rugged wood,

His hand on lathe.

Satin finish

from splinters pain.

Rugged wood,

His pierced form.

Soft the sigh

But strong the cry.

Rugged wood,

The table spread.

Soft the gasp,

The stranger gone.

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