Within the slumbers of deep Mother Earth.

Within the slumbers of deep Mother Earth.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

When the time
came to pass
one was taken
from life’s space
to be laid upon
downunder to
another dark place.
Yes, that he ,
the one would be
laid upon the silken pillow,
and made to rest
himself in the confines
of an elongated box,
his head supported
and cushioned
in the centre
with eyes closed.
There the creatures would enter they
quite excitedly to nest
in his most private places.
and there they licketh they
Yea verily until
he was squeaky clean.
Where the worms
caressed they
crawling around
in the cranial shell
feeding on memories
devouring all his body parts,
they nibbleth they
and with the teeth
of their mouths
he became their supper.
Here endith the lesson
on what happens after life,
the grand tour,
the final farewell,
and now the burning question.
Is my soul out there?

© 2021 andrew mitchell

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Added on March 31, 2021
Last Updated on March 31, 2021


andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia

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