Derryn BrintonWood


He Is Dead! - Poem by Derryn BrintonWood

'Suicide' the headline screams
and everyone turns their head
too frightened, too shocked, too ignorant
To acknowledge that he is dead

Whispers in the corridors
as rumours slowly spread
An overdose, a bridge, a rope
a gun put to his head

A visit to the state mortuary
Where plattitudes are said
As slowly they draw the curtain
For a viewing of the dead.

Widow standing silently
As poetry is read
Mourners walking one by one
To the harbour they are led

Flowers scattered on the sea
A brightly fragrant bed
Whilst seagulls cry overhead
he is dead, he is dead, he is dead

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Comments about He Is Dead! by Derryn BrintonWood

  • Rookie Derryn Brinton-wood (11/15/2011 7:01:00 AM)

    Thanks for the kind feedback - most appreciated! (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 64 Points Heath Gunn (11/14/2011 11:10:00 AM)

    An excellent write Derryn, I like the flow and the sentiment behind your verse (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 14, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, November 14, 2011


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