Sonnets On Life Number 1 Poem by Martin Moore

SONNETS ON LIFE NUMBER 1
With strong arms outstretched above his head
His palms surround an oaken bough
A limp and heavy body, languid lead
His pounding head and sweating brow
Pain has stiffened every jaded joint
Garrotted and rendered insensible
His spinal marrow tapped by metal point
He no longer seems invincible
With features taut and fatigued limbs
A blood drenched torso epigraph
Carved under a pseudonym
Will read his final epitaph
Strung between oak bough and earth
The silken thread of life and death