Hare’s death
I remember death
The hounding of life;
the moving into stillness
The pounding presence
of reality
Then the;
quite in the stillness
The ringing of ears
The fill of anxiety;
the hack of the flesh
The dripping of time
congealed in my blood
Commments
This has a wonderful rhythm to it as well being well written
Nice one
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DESMOND CHILDS
Mon 30th Mar 2020 20:39
Thank you for your comments Martin, much appreciate. Thanks Keith and Damon for the likes.
All the best des