Insult Poem by 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.
Bathing me in half-hearted insult, Two miles from no-land And a scented corpse.
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5/4/2024 9:46:34 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Well, a 'half-hearted insult' is better than no insult at all. : ) bri