Slab Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
Slab
Viewed, oh my God,
the Gift-O-The-Gab
yellow-faced, odd
on a cold marble slab.
Face and sweet lips
cyanide blue.
Childbearing hips
praying for you.
Wish I'd been there,
holding on tight
show me just where
you've lost this fight.
Was it a pill
one for the fun
now you are still,
pardon the pun.
Thursday, January 4, 2007
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