In BrugesA Poem by Earl SchumackerDark humor rides highIn Bruges
Cameras snap the last actions as tourists flash Bullets fly by at respective velocities in streets As dark humor goes out the window in Bruges Some one falls from the high church tower Assisted by gravity, a force of nature works well A push from a stranger works even better To bring him to his senses, obsequious to that end A splat, a stain on the pavement below, where else On the square, over a glass, a sampling of fresh brew A hit man, this time, does not miss his mark The story, like the beer, is delicious this time of year
© 2018 Earl SchumackerAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorEarl SchumackerAtlantic City, NJAboutB.A. Degree in Literature and Language. I enjoy writing short stories, poetry, novels and keeping up with new scientific discoveries. I enjoy philosophy and Art appreciation. more..Writing
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