Immediately After the
Funeral
By Dugless (Dutchy) Riskmore
death defies the highest heights
shrinks not from cliff
or plane
it likes the way its
surprise bites
and calls all life inane
we take for granted
green and go
the like of which
nothing comes near
we eat we reap we plant
and sow
and then death takes us where no thing
can grow
When
Aunty Patty died this June I had reason to think back ten years.
(to
be continued)
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