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Dave Bonta

Rough sleepers

the lament of men that lie in the streets some cursing some praying hot words locked up the key is kindness but close by a corpse I am come almost to think nothing of it

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Dave Bonta

Vanity

I half live in the looking glass fair as sand I turn to follow the light that mad thing having met my corpse

Dave Bonta

Developer

a deer is more than ink something real yet the expectation of profit will make a man bland like a lone shoe or the corpse I find in my head

Dave Bonta

Bilateral

I made myself a pair: my clock and I, my corpse and I set forth together, greedy to see.

DakotaBourff

Today I woke up cold . I stood up and my limbs were stiff . As stiff as terrible restaurant bread . I got dressed and went to work only to be met by strange and terrified looks . My boss called me into his office . He was a strong man . But upon sight of me he turned pale as if he had seen a corpse . He told me to have the day off . So I decided to go to a date . When she saw me she spewed vomit all over our table and shrieked and ran away . I went home burdened with a heavy sadness . Why did everyone look at me like I was some freak ?? I decided to look in a mirror to see what they saw . And too my shock I was met with a pale grotesque corpse looking back .I think I may be a corpse .

Elise Cowan

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I took the skin of corpses And dyed them blue for dreams Oh I can wear these everywhere (I sat home in my jeans). I cut the hair of corpses And wove myself a sheath Finer than silk or wool I thought And shivered underneath I cut the ears of corpses To make myself a hood -- Warmer than forget-me-nots I paid for that in blood. I robbed the eyes of corpses So I could face the sun But all the days had cloudy skies And I had lost my own.

Joseph Campbell

The Good People

The millway path looks like a wraith, The lock is black as ink, And silently in stream and sky The stars begin to blink. I see them pass along the grass With slow and solemn tread: Aoibheall, their queen, is in between-- A corpse is at their head! They wander on with faces wan, And dirges sad as wind. I know not, but it may be that The dead's of human kind.