Funeral Song Poem by Rickardo BecklesBurrowes

Funeral Song



Scared blind
till shaken senses prod
within, without-
gliding across fleshy contours
of an off centred land.
Inner gravity twisted
delightfully anticipating rough edges.
Bewildering ruthless light,
whoring itself for the dark suddenly,
calling to the dance: ‘rule the world’
with tears inward falling -
rubbing away a life
measured by last breaths.



Taken from Journey.

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