Can't Move Poem by rich soos

Can't Move



i
the worms sing sweetly
entering the flesh of fallen
friends laying nearby

ii
throw dirt over them
before the ants and beetles
climb on their live flesh

iii
it is not a sin
to wring out my heart today
it won't live again


from Fiddlin' Around (2003)

Monday, December 5, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: heart,sin,sing
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