Death Poem by rich soos

Death

Rating: 5.0


there is no need for sacrament
or prayer before you visit
walk toward me with cold arms
and take me away while I sleep
the earth will applaud your decision
to leave trumpet soundings buried

from Reality Is A Drunken Feeling (1978)

Sunday, November 13, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: sleep,death,earth,prayer,reality
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Edward Kofi Louis 16 November 2016

Buried. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Mj Lemon 15 November 2016

....And so there is companionship on that long journey into eternity. This is just excellent.

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R Soos 15 November 2016

thank you =: -) ..

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Passaic, NJ USA
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