Sifting For Gold Poem by douglas lewis
Sifting For Gold
I finally arrived.
The crematorium.
The best damn tan
I ever had.
Baked to the bone.
Cloyed ashes with flashes
Of silver and gold.
The sifting of fillings
Of cavities old.
Sunday, October 1, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: death,reality
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