Tag: death
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Scent of the resurrected
In miasmic waves, like orgasm multiplied Scents such as waft from corpse caves As at Bethany of the saved Lord, he stinketh in ways Which a peony nosegay little ‘suades.
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Why bother?
Why should I bother? No one knows My silent audience plauditless Along plodding, verb-bodied Grendel Tossing men verbosely across longhalls Howling ferociously, returning to my fen. When I go and poes no more flow from me Weeping policeman calmed at last When great heaped cone of my effort turns over to a draining funnel And…
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Hurtful retrospect; life’s scant accounting
What is life but mayhem barely grasped Actions performed clasping hissing asps Wroth what, louder sound amongst sounds Storm dormant little envies that raging now What the championship sash but wraps to cloth cerement on your death Earthen firmament cloven doth oven heat’d eat stink with slight ceremony When the presiding priest is seen frightened,…
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Bygones
What whilst walking to craw affixes is considered little at lapping Styx Skeleton fixtures, smoke and acrid admixtures furling from fissures You will not think about when, in third class, you were spurned by Richard Nor will you regret having left a house’s – now another’s – ailing fixtures unsutured You will not cry at…
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Standing Vigil
For a consumptive waif Babe still I volunteered to wait Morning ’til Upon sill alighting, ’til dawnlight In her society. All night I was to wait Stillstaying A priest to pay my wage Tuppence day For pay such men slay demons, eh? Nods me away. Figured muchly would enjoy it Humour’d mordant But when I…
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