Nothing But The Past Poem by Dorsey Baker
Nothing But The Past
death smells awful
death smells dead
you vomit
erupting from
your mouth
and nose
and your belly too
death makes you
sick to your stomach
if you smell death
you remember
death is what
the dead leave behind
they will not see the morning
they will not feel the sun
the dead
they are nothing
but the past
Wednesday, February 17, 2021
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