They Should'Ve Buried Me With A Gun Poem by John Randal

They Should'Ve Buried Me With A Gun



WHO IN HELL
IS THAT ABOVE ME!
who keeps me from my sleep,
whose noise is even louder
than the din of those who weep!

and of all the sacred places
when next door there's so much room,

if only I had a gun,

there'd be no pigeons
on my tomb!

Sunday, July 29, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: places
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