blood flies
settle
on this mangled corpse;
the gist of humanity
wrapped in funeral marches
a last grain of sand
escapes the hourglass
and leaves fate
to fade.
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blood flies
settle
on this mangled corpse;
the gist of humanity
wrapped in funeral marches
a last grain of sand
escapes the hourglass
and leaves fate
to fade.
Leaves fate to fade…really, really good.
thank you, Susan 🙂
So sad but true Miri, nicely balanced and the last stanza exceptional.
thanks Jenn 🙂
Absolutely beautiful
thank you!