Bury Me Chicken Scratch Poem by Jake Tadla

Bury Me Chicken Scratch



Now here lays my very tomb
To where you used to spit,
To where your trashes dwell
And all dirt of history fills me.
Can’t pat it off my skin.

It was that damn cigar
That lit my whole place
And left me with everything
Black ashes off to ground
Burnt all my me within me.

Don’t I deserve a coffin,
A good one to cave me?
But I had my jeans and shirt instead
All worn out and full of earth.
Keeping me warm from dew and air.

I’ve really nothing great so far.
Something to brag about
Not even now that I’m passed out;
Eyelids have kissed the bags.
So I’ll keep my mouth shut.

Thanking he big black birds
To keep me company
Pecking my numb, life-gone body.
The tempest have brought me
Nearer but farther from you.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Loyd C Taylor Sr 12 November 2008

Hello poet Jake and what an interesting read, filled with some good imagery and a solumn message. I enjoyed, Loyd PS Thanks for your reviews of my poems!

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