L MILTON HANKINS

Insult

That dirty green hearse
(the first one I've ever seen)
Mushed through traffic
Like a Notre Dame back
on a muddy field.
Dripped slush, tears
Aiming straight down
A hollow cheek
and left to mingle
unnoticed on concrete,
And flung salty sleet
Bathing me in half-hearted insult,
Two miles from no-land
And a scented corpse.

Topic(s) of this poem: funeral, irony

Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 29, 2020

Form: Free Verse


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  • Soran M. HSoran M. H (8/30/2020 11:21:00 AM)

    Bathing me in half-hearted insult,
    Two miles from no-land
    And a scented corpse.

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  • Soran M. HSoran M. H (8/30/2020 11:20:00 AM)

    we are sorry, it is so sad this tragedy, thank you for this strong poetic phrases 10+

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