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;
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Nature
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Comments2
Beautifully dark 🖤
Every last line... Extraordinary with imagery
as kind and thoughtful as always Teddy.
thank you.
Brilliant. Reminds me of Cohen. Great mood setting.
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