James McLain

Gold Star - 41,691 Points (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

A Death-Bed - Poem by James McLain

No one wants to sleep in this bed but some must.
The state has a taste for pasty death.
Witnesses testified as much and so they should.
Pale well fed better than some on the streets.
Muscular arms full of veins law-i.v. school.
Politicians racking up points in the polls.
Faces pressed against the window payne.
The lights never dim as once again they did.
Muscles clinch
beneath his neck as eyes begin to flutter.
Breathing stopped.

Comments about A Death-Bed by James McLain

  • David Wood (7/5/2013 4:58:00 AM)

    Death's long sleep awaits us all. (Report) Reply

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  • Cynthia Buhain-baello (7/4/2013 10:15:00 PM)

    Very intense and riveting write, engaging images and a very creative style. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 4, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, July 5, 2013

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