Is It Poetry

Gold Star - 7,118 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Dead Folk - Poem by Is It Poetry

Purple buzzing blow flies
about such bodies
strewn
each mouth
that's open pried.

To respect
the things that
you won't
touch.

Dead folks
mostly
crackers lay.

Education
came at
such a price.

Pried open
mouths that are
and who
is free to roam
across the
shore.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, July 26, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, July 29, 2013


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