Walking Corpse Poem by Sean Green

Look to the beggar at the curb
respective of a walking corpse
a body sketched as if real
the clay transformed to walk about

a teardrop shed from the sky
to stain the ground in resolve
relics kept out of sight
like white marks made with bones

photograph the staid remains
respectable until the end
until the sober become drunk
looking to the gutter's edge.

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