Coming Home, Inside Thy, Crypt. Poem by Michael Gale

Coming Home, Inside Thy, Crypt.



A deathly drink, had I sipped...
Coming home inside thy crypt.

Stiffened bones as wrought by iron...
While alive, I'd read poems by Byron.

In the wake of written words...
I now have lied below the grass and birds.

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Michael Gale

Michael Gale

Chicago Illinois/Oklahoma City.
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