Poetry Blogs (dead man)
(Dialogue kicks in after first few bars)
Through a tunnel carved in dead mens bones
the living went to hell
the stoker fed the flaming mouth
as the hammer struck its knell
The landscape flattened beneath the plain
its rivers turned to dust
strange tepees ripped ragged by blackened rain
sit fragile on the crust
Passengers cling to souls long sold...
Monday 11th December 2017 3:15 pm
Your body was found dead in your flat, three months gone and smelling like hell.
They came and took you away, to the morgue downtown, an unhappy place.
Clearing your flat they found £4.88, not much to show for a lonely death.
Always on your own, eternally in death. How sad no one will see you buried, a pauper’s death, the undertaker the only witness at this solemn occasion....
Wednesday 15th January 2014 3:25 pm