Foretold
my last days
shall be underground
trees covered with earth
branches of black water
in my pocket
sand
and sudden hands
over every mouth
Poems on the topic: death
Poems on the topic “death” on Poets.by.
Practice makes perfect
I am at any time
ready for vacation
practicing to be simple
imagine the prizes we desire
in the present
this very body prepared
for his journey
down in the grave
Death angel
the clock over our revels
is an angel on a leash
I give it a while to betray us
and tally all our time
Replete
full of myself
is how we all are
how a boy that died
being dried in an oven
lies there entire in a box
how the king is quite out of ink
and weary of everything
how rain put me
into my good night
Three short poems to inaugurate a new pocket notebook
ravens
climbing into
each other’s sky
circling crying
out
above the road bank where
the hepatica has just come into bloom,
the corpse of a porcupine
carrion beetles clamber
through the quills
butterflies cluster on what’s left of its mouth
a hole spanned by the long, curved
railings of its teeth
& down below, the pale blue blossoms
swaying on their stems
Goth fitness
among sorrowful stories
the green agreement of the park
I walk to walk
pass by the dead unburied dogs
Haze
busy with dying
in her mind a haze
green and pretty
The great equalizer
in the city of the dead
the poor cannot have any bell
ring for them
we fear that public sand
fear being forced to lie there
like a little warren
Funeral procession
a corpse going to the grave
how everybody looks
going up and down
like a tress or vine
into the ash of hands
so weary so long
Vulnerable
saving time I hand
to my physician
this strange man dying so
this open self
Donation
give me to a body farm
a body to watch day and night
a no-body more other than a dog
better than my own vexed home
Ship burial
within the river
is a sweet green night
and a rank day
and people say
there is also a ship
which was fitted to go to the dead
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