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The Road; Poem Beginning with a Line by Rachel Wetzsteon

The Road Of all the apocalyptic novels I’ve ever read, This vision of a boy and a man just walking Is worse than all imaginings, the barrenness Of the country, which could be anywhere— Trestle over sluggish grey wastewater, towns With the abandonment of swarming emergency, Boarded house behind caved-in slat fence, A busted pump […]

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