This woman has only Ravens for friends
She talks to them through the foggy wired windows of her room in the morgue
They gaggle back like gossiping black geese in the surrounding trees
As she reads aloud for them from the tear stained pages of her “autobioautopsy”
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This is classic Ted Sheridan stuff - pithy, intelligent, vitriolically biting, dark and delicious. Like a cup of arsenic-laced hot chocolate.......I love it! ! Top marks, Ted. Love, Fran xxx
Ted could i send this poem to my three ex-wives to be read at my funeral even if they did not attend it would surely seep back to them via the grape vine it has a lot of natural venom AWSOME
Despite its cacophany of raucously brilliant neologistical Sheridanisms, this is still a sensitve piece of writing: 'So at least she comes by everything she owns honestly...' Truth rings through... Rgds, Ivan