Keepers Last Poem by John DeMello

what is to liven that's become

becomeing left to be

become of this place around

hanging from thoes trees

thoes a sway turn away

hide and shun there see

see the man sitten there

with broken thumbs to be

follow thoes two and frow

frow following left to be

he was next in line to pass

swinging from that tree

gave away his time to pass

to the follower of the grave

the grave gave keepers last

turnning of his days

laughing loud to the shun

beginners seeking keep

for the fortune gone to last

sewing what they reap


BY JOHN DEMELLO

04/05/13