Post Humous Post Script Poem by MARINA GIPPS
Post Humous Post Script
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I know how to die
Have travelled between legs
Of corpselike souls
Dead at thirteen
On the clockstroke
After twelve
Military time
I was holding a gun
Given the gun
At age six or sundown
Birthday
Everyday I played late
The pumpkins waiting
To be shot
The guts of orange oozing
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: birthday
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