Long, Strange Decay (a poem)

Dead poets hang
from shrunken trees:
ring-a-ring-a-roses,
a pocket full of posies
,

singing dead songs,
lyrical flames ignite
numb corpses

Obsolete language from
skull faces, pensive troubadours:
satchels with free verse,
in a universe
devoid of logic

Doomed couplets from
sensual mouths
beckon me to extinction
and coldness –
welcome,
dead poets say in
scarred voices,
welcome to the
long, strange decay.

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6 thoughts on “Long, Strange Decay (a poem)

  1. ben Alexander July 17, 2021 / 3:44 pm

    Doomed couplets from
    sensual mouths
    beckon me to extinction

    Wow, Nick… that’s intense!

    -David

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