Cadavers Poem by ENOCH JOHN

Cadavers



brown leaves
ribbed like human hands, stretching

across
idyllic sand

like corpses
on a Roman battleground.

corpses. You'd think
that cadavers belong only
to a morgue.

but how many
a sylvan wood
hides

beneath its greenery
the brown dead?

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ENOCH JOHN

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