Not Pity's Sake; Nor Anger;


an injustice all it is;

where no paths crossed

anger has her sails

azalea her colours common ground;

conservative in mind 

ground as soft as gullet sitting still

face-down they lie

old tragedies and poltergeists 

sucking through the gangrene

to the bone of soil

where grows my headstone

orderly and clean;

from foot to mouth

durable and white

to die bequeathed in art's forgotten will;

how quick the fallow deer have shaped my skull

from hell to horizontal

having died as any other man

when thoughts grew dim, when I

as black as pearl

 in the comfort of my garden bed

untouched by human hands

not pity's sake; nor anger;

no tears shall burn the forest of my heart.

I came and went

as quiet as a grouse

three storeys deep

comfortable and still;
















  • Author: Melvin James (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 12th, 2023 04:02
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 6
  • User favorite of this poem: Teddy.15.
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  • Teddy.15

    Beautifully dark 🖤

    Every last line... Extraordinary with imagery

    • aDarkerMind

      as kind and thoughtful as always Teddy.

      thank you.

    • Thomas W Case

      Brilliant. Reminds me of Cohen. Great mood setting.

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