Tag: death
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Challenge Poem #18
seventeen black birds sitting on lamp postsseven on this side and seven on thatand three down this side next to the four-lanegazing all this direction bold as blue sky hooked necks craning, marking them buzzardsnot ravens, never saying ‘nevermore’and Hitchcock in the passenger seat nodsappreciation, those birds are not his birdsand Kentucky sure ain’t Kansas,…
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Of Death She Stays Aloof
she always was an odd child, fascinatedwith death and dying despite her shelteredlife early on and into adulthood;never lost a friend or close familymember to it, not even so much, orlittle, as a pet goldfish; she had nouse for dead things, things she said were merelydiscarded clothes, the truth of life beingsomething merely disguised by…