Carsten Thomsen

Nutsack - Poem by Carsten Thomsen

Shrunken old nutsacks
and sagging breasts
depleted of sap

body shutting down

As time turns
nimble hands
to clenched claws

One foot in the grave
you count
the seconds
and wait
while I watch
cling to
memory off
trembling flesh
and sweet insanity
of youth

On your wall
in black and white
you were once young
and proud
but alas
Life is Life
Death is cruel
And old age

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 15, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, December 25, 2010

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