Demise of a StrangerA Poem by Bubo
For someone I think of every day ~ and wish I could be there for his family.
Demise of a Stranger
but not in graceful purpose of love-
like a frail old battle fort crumbling
in billowing clouds of hapless dust,
to rest at feet of frightened faces
shaking troubled heads
to others who muttered,
deeming his strange ways
were best left to fate, shuffling
through to get a good view,
before melting away pitilessly,
sliding into lost tomorrows,
oblivious to ruptured brain weeping
for all his earth days borrowed.
© 2012 Bubo
Shelved in 2 LibrariesAdded on July 11, 2012
Last Updated on July 11, 2012
London, God, United Kingdom
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