Where is The Thickness in Our Blood Line?: a poem By John McKinley Pride Jr
It all seems to sink
In through the cracks of each generation; seeming to disappear with each blood line.
The book seems to become thicker and the end seems to always be the same each chapter sad or sadder than the last.
As the book grows the blood becomes water and it seems to dry up on the tools of the yester years with every birth forgotten.
By John McKinley Pride Jr