Thursday 4 September 2014

DECAY:


The old flesh stripped from ragged bones,

Tenaciously clinging, to life-long homes,

Teeth dropping, like corn-rotted kernels,

Befuddled mind, lost within mists infernal,

Hair, snowy coir, in dry straw thin strands,

Yellow talons curved, upon claw-like hands,

Pale limbs bent & crooked, groping, akimbo,

Milk eye, peering through history´s windows,

Tongue lolling within the mouth, wide gaping,

Voice silent, with words, no longer shaping,

Body & mind now rotting, within sad decay,

But the soul, oh the soul, forever here to stay.

 

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