If I Was Dead Poem by Carol Ann Duffy

If I Was Dead



If I was dead,
and my bones adrift
like dropped oars
in the deep, turning earth;

or drowned,
and my skull
a listening shell
on the dark ocean bed;

if I was dead,
and my heart
soft mulch
for a red, red rose;

or burned,
and my body
a fistful of grit, thrown
in the face of the wind;

if I was dead,
and my eyes,
blind at the roots of flowers,
wept into nothing,

I swear your love
would raise me
out of my grave,
in my flesh and blood,

like Lazarus;
hungry for this,
and this, and this,
your living kiss.

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Hulk Hogan 13 January 2019

ROCK WILL NEVER DIE

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Carol Ann Duffy

Carol Ann Duffy

Glasgow / Scotland
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