The Death Of A Beast Poem by Dorsey Baker
The Death Of A Beast
Vultures kill time
Begging to begin the feast
Sands of earth burn hot
Dying beast being boiled by the sun
Will soon leave its remains
Free from its prison
And its bondage of chains
Free of future
Free of present
Free of past welcomes
Death at last
No broken hearts
No weeping eyes
No family or friends
To mourn it as it dies
Thursday, August 5, 2021
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5/3/2024 1:41:02 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A very thought-provoking Masterpiece, the death of the Beast! 5 Stars fuulest on Top fior this sensational poem!