Grains Of Death Poem by james watkin

Grains Of Death



Deeds' handsomeness, hands smudging; scooped up
For worthless particle, weighed.
A life back to the widow presented
With more strenuous care paid!

Raised up again by the historian.
Revived through his supplement.
Bespangling with a false light each
For high scaling's justice meant.

Friday, April 26, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: ash,death
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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