Tag Archives: Death

“Following”

“Following” Death never sleeps Its rounds are endless, its judgment swift I follow death, on this my shift To save a life, this is my wish A new born child left out to die Death stops and looks, it walks … Continue reading

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“Red Stains” poem–more revisions

I am still revising my poem “Red Stains Dot the Neighborhood.” Here is the passage that I am currently revising. Death, no longer garbed in a dark robe, ancient and faceless Death is young and masked, gun in hand The … Continue reading

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