Poetry by Robert Crocker

Added 11 October 1998

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This poem is by Robert Crocker

Back in a Dark Grove of Trees

Back in a dark grove of trees
Under a blanket of dirt and leaves
There is an uneasy grave

I go there often to speak to her
To ask her why she made me
I, her dark child

We had loved once long ago
But she gave me pain and lies
I gave her rest.

It was on that night
That cold night that I came into being
Her dark child of rage

Now she is mine forever
Mine and the hidden earth of this forest
I go there often, to ask her why she made me, a killer

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