Body Of Decay Poem by Dorsey Baker
Body Of Decay
afterthoughts
dark or pale
like skin
touched by fire or wind
in mourning or delight
in selfish dreams
or aspiring to noble chin
in fright
when ankles to
despair and doom
our dislike and
distrust those moments
reflecting upon our weaknesses
as our strength becomes
less evident
stupid bow down head
empty upon molded ground
we could have
done better than we did
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