Saturday, 5 August 2017

Who?...



Who will miss me

When I die?

Not you

Nor they

Nor earth

Nor sky

Only the bugs

That feast

On my flesh

When my corpse is

Stripped

And only bones are left




Poem only  © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

4 comments:

  1. And I,
    Will miss
    The gore
    The do or die
    The murk
    And mire
    And spewing fug
    the flesh
    crawling
    Beasts
    And insects
    On which you feast.
    I would say goodbye
    And have to wipe
    Snot from my eye.

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    1. *Sniff*...that's.......that's........beautiful!.....*grabs pigeon....blows nose*

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