Bill Knott (1940 - / Carson City, Michigan)
Poems by Bill Knott : 14 / 50
Death
Going to sleep, I cross my hands on my chest.
They will place my hands like this.
It will look as though I am flying into myself.
Bill Knott
Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003
Read poems about / on: sleep, death
Poems by Bill Knott : 14 / 50
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so sad! this poem was so sad that it is just so dark and scarey