The Grave

A Thought for Every Word

June 2012

Youth spent full
hard with force,
grasping greedily
awakes a beast

Gravity feeds the body
sips and bites,
slowly over time
becoming a feast

Ravenous feeder
drinking heavily,
coveting more openly
shyness ceased

Dirt patches of
sun-washed leather,
burrowed deep to
watch death released

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Reflections

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