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

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What You’ve Done to Me (a poem)

Look what you’ve done to me
Glittery blood under my eyes
You ignored my desperate pleas
You hastened my demise

Why have you done this to me?
I’m now dead to the world
You tossed me in black seas
I drift in the netherworld

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