James McLain
From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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Death Is When You Milk It

Death' is when 'You' milk 'It' and milk it, milked
and you drive it, forever and ever,
upward and upward and never down ward, insane.

Death is two silky hands covered in hot burning oil,
that start at the base and death loves to cover each lamp.
While the flame burns inside the brown paper bag exposed.
Pushing death deep without compassion through the pale
full moon, as death walks around, ignoring your cries.
Heaven for death and coming so close to death you find.

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Death Is When You Milk It
Friday, September 27, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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