Dirty Fingers Poem by Kelvin Rush

Dirty Fingers



Dirty fingers on dirty hands
Covered in faeces and germs
Unknown bacteria from faraway lands
Breeding without cares or concerns

Open wounds weeping yellow and sore
Smelling like old rotting fish
Nearing death lying cold on the floor
Take me now Lord if you wish

Sunday, March 31, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: observation
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