Rivers Of Waves Poem by AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ

Rivers of waves


At some point
Dead becomes a man
Once healthy and a-do
A debt every head owes death


Riches of the poor; joy
Riches of the rich; decoy
To some heads they get Willies
To some heads they get edgy



Not long from now,
For pillars of the world to fly,
To nowhere near future
But somewhere in books and pictures



One soul at history park,
Some hands on techs
Making monsters melt
And ascending away ancient darks



At some point
Dead becomes a man
At some point
Breathe couldn't kill death.





©KELLY JUUZ
[A salient prolific author...]

, ®01/05/2017