His Corpse Poem by Blanche Hardin

His Corpse



I sleep among unearthed corpses,
Dreaming of riding skeleton horses.
Unto the shadows I'm born again,
To bring destruction and pain among men.
''Your damned to Hell'',
Screams the priest of churches.
He then was murdered;
therefore he lay among the unearthed corpses.

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Blanche Hardin

Blanche Hardin

Bakersfield, California
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