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The Ungrateful Dead...

Rating: 5.0

A hand of leather
reaches amongst the dirt.
pulls up.
breathes in through
shriveled lungs.
dark eyes search.
Stiff arms and legs
Move at their will.

The feet do not notice

the fresh dew on the grass,
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Rory Hudson 26 March 2009

A bit hard to understand. Nevertheless the imagery is well done - enough to send a shiver down my backbone..

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Darryl Gibbons 21 March 2009

What is your inspiration, Londiwe? I like that you posed the question 'did anyone ever ask if it was grateful for being dead? ' You have a dark sense of humor.

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Sicelo Sithole 20 March 2009

This one was created with extra carefulness and composure, the verse flows with ease as it reveals a great story that provokes the mind of the readers. well done.10++ regards, sicelo

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