Deathbed Scene Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Deathbed Scene



Throbs are seen,
Cell walls melt.

While he dares Fate
wily heirs wait.

Hell’s call felt,
sobs obscene.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
(23 May 1976)
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Danny Draper 19 July 2013

Timeless succinct poem. Heirs grow grey but would die for a golden carcass. Blessed are they with poor relies for they will be resilliant.

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