MIDDLE GROUND

We have trucks chained to our backs
and we’re heaving up the hills.
The chains begin their lacerations,
and we look back again to simpler times.
But we mustn’t tip; Integrity is our fuel.
You up north, myself down to the south.
There is no right. Only forward.

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