Funeral Rites - Poem by Michael O'Sullivan
A tilted mirror, on an open grave,
Reveals rats feeding, on the loins of angels.
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, June 29, 2013
Poem Edited: Saturday, June 29, 2013
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye