Like a zombie he sitsIn crypt-like silencestaring into spaceSmoking a cigaretteDrinking coffeeThinking His wife Is cooking and cleaningSkinning her knuckles on the washboardBringing in firewoodAs he sits in the shadowsThinking The bills are behindThe cupboards are bareHis wife is cryingThe kids are misbehavingAs he sits in the shadowsThinking The kids are all grownThe boys are … Continue reading Thinking