Frank James Ryan Jr (FjR)
Playing God In Osage, Wyoming... (Rep.) - Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr (FjR)
_______ Author's Prologue ________
The below work which was originally posted
in December of last year has been revised
on request and assistance of a well estab-
lished bard, who to my disappointment has
requested that his name and credentials not
be mentioned.I respect this award winning
Poet, supporter and loyal friend in true
and because so, all I can say is... Thanks,
for some extremely erudite literary advice!
Below is the completed, revised work...FjR
____PLAYING GOD IN OSAGE, WYOMING____
Th' body had been hanging for some days, i'd say, at least,
fr'm an oak branch thick n' sharded at its furthest stretch;
and th' mundungus scent of Death...could be ne'er denied
in air, within a hundred yards of this Souls discolor'd flesh.
The temperature in August, o'er Wyoming's grazing field's
are paled in swelter to th' humid drip, attracting large flies;
stands to reason why none would approach such repulsion;
tho' it also lent much thought as to....th' mindset of a Town.
Murder, cried a whore, still collecting from th' night before.
Suicide, charged an old man sitting on a park bench, drunk;
to th' humble of another, who saw th' dead man in himself,
and, th' people took turns playing God that day.................
......................... ...............................in Osage, Wyoming.
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