Frank James Ryan Jr (FjR)

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Playing God In Osage, Wyoming... (Rep.) - Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr (FjR)

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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

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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' 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.................
......................... Osage, Wyoming.

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Topic(s) of this poem: fiction, horror

Comments about Playing God In Osage, Wyoming... (Rep.) by Frank James Ryan Jr (FjR)

  • Brian Mayo (12/6/2015 10:51:00 AM)

    Great poem. The reader is left wondering how long the body will stay hanging, and imagines the grisly effect the combination of gravity and decay will play upon the remains. The ending leaves a nice, ironic aftertaste, as God is nowhere to be found in this poem. 10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 6, 2015

Poem Edited: Sunday, December 6, 2015

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