Leslie Philibert

Rookie - 537 Points (6th March 1954 / London, England)

At My Own Funeral


Bells. Cold air. Damp earth.
Carrying my own coffin as if

divided and watching myself from outside.
Throw masks into an empty grave.

I have been caught leaving a shop
with a bag of stolen apples.

Surrounded by dropped faces and lost tones.
The air cold. Earth damp. Bells.

Submitted: Tuesday, January 29, 2013
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