Play Dead Among The Flies

aDarkerMind

all of all. besides

beside the leaning Yew

crated only half

wholehearted doubt beside

strange bedfellows of prisons worth;

 

quarter but the whole. astride

unsettled skies

without flesh or heat

outside the cosmic eye

London has taken to crawl;

 

upon the lips of verge

lost. our simple son

in stomach of the star,

between the clocks,

staid beneath the crease;

 

pay homage the aired malaise

to this and this. inside

mother of the loin

brother of the wreck

father of The Thames;

 

coil to toss and catch. aside

vulture of the wreath

keeper of the scythe

march fast through April

play dead among the flies;

  • Author: Melvin James (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 1st, 2021 01:45
  • Comment from author about the poem: in memory of
  • Category: Family
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  • L. B. Mek

    if this is a biographical dedication, then I'm so sorry for your loss..
    but know either way, you've penned
    a write worth investing in
    to fully explore, and cherish as a serenade
    for the pure love of reading

    • aDarkerMind

      thank you. a great loss, yes. but with loss came strength enough to share my words. words I will treasure. thanks again dear poet.



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