Poem 20160331

  the empty sky hangs  X  like an inheritance
        above my head  X  no one wants to collect
     red and decaying  X  trifles and mementos
these memories aren't  X  meant for burial
      what i expected  X  or deserving of cremation

7 thoughts on “Poem 20160331”

1. Very dark collection of words. What I’d expect from a crow 🙂

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2. This is really good! I liked it even better when I ignored the cleave-marks and read it as one poem.

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4. It comes across well….all three poems. Nicely done!

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