The Cloak

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by Ethel Mortenson Davis

 The earth dresses in
the cloak of humanity,
but it does not fit.

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About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on October 9, 2016, in Poem - Not Written By Me Though, Reposted from elsewhere. Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. Or is it humanity not fitting into humanity’s cloak?

    good work

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  2. I believe the Earth would like to shake off the human race like fleas on a twitchy scratchy dog.

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