Post-Mortem Poetry Poem by Kieran J1996
Post-Mortem Poetry
He was shot in the head,
With a bullet of lead,
But that did not draw his last breath,
Was not the ultimate cause of death,
He was also stabbed, raped and bruised,
From many cuts and inky ichor did ooze,
Such was the outcome of paying debts late,
Gambling your life, just tempting fate,
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4/26/2024 5:35:58 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Whoa. I wonder what the inspiration for this piece was. The title is enticing and captivating. The poem reminded me of a newspaper clip, blunt and to the point, yet the way you wrote it drew attention to the poetry in life and death.