return deaths look

First published 2006.

a crude memorial, constructed

of skin and bone, marinated

in blood, s**t and bile, adorns

the shoulder of the road. wind

blown stench carries memories

of your laugh, your smile, the

creases at the edge of your eyes.

a glazed eye, fly eaten, sun dried,

traces my steps across the road,

i return this hollow look, and wonder

does death look back at me?

Reviews

[Matching Socks]

And I was concerned about colourful language... :)
Nice job here.

[Christopher Withers]

ahah.

This was one of the first pieces I ever wrote! At the time I seemed to have a fascination with the idea of death and personal oblivion.
I guess I was trying convey the raw "physicality" of death, and the process we usually ignore an look away. One day I'll find the right words for what I'm trying to convey!

[Matching Socks]

Lol. My first poem is about death too, but it's way different. :)
I like this one, nice job.