douglas scotney

Silver Star - 4,363 Points (boomer / Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. Resides in Adelaide)

B: Xxxxxv: To What Purpose? - Poem by douglas scotney

Humorous representations of life
(not the barely possible,
but
impossible scenarios,
like Baudelaire's labouring skeletons)
bear not just farce
but unjust resignation
in the face
of there being no guarantee
we won't live
for eternity.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Le Squelette Laboureur

Comments about B: Xxxxxv: To What Purpose? by douglas scotney

  • Rookie - 340 Points Captain Cur (5/21/2014 7:44:00 AM)

    I will plant his flowers on my grave,
    as the skeletons dig the labourers wave,
    they are unionized I pray. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 5, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, May 6, 2013


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