Death Poem by Brian Routh

Death

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This body must decay and die.
I look at these arms, these legs,
The smell of my body,
Perhaps for the last time, everytime.
I awoke as if from a deep sleep.
A jolt of bells,
A bolt of light.
I looked at my hands in fear and wonder.
Adieu! Sweet fingers,
Farewell! Fond thumbs.

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Brian Routh

Brian Routh

Gateshead, County Durham
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