Cody O'Hara

Rookie (June 30th,1994)

The Bog - Poem by Cody O'Hara

Putrid, rotting, bloated faces
Floating in the bog

Here and there and everywhere
Eyes ever watching

Sickening grins on the trees
Arms grabbing at necks

Here in the swamp
Lost among the dead

Here alone sitting, waiting
Floating in the bog

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 12, 2012

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