Death On A Plain Poem by dave harry

He lay dead on a plain

Flies buzzing around his head

Tearing at him he felt not the pain



He lay dead parallel as eleven

His spirit wandering forth and yonder

Free floating heading heading nowhere Hades or Heaven

Just roaming over the world mouth gaped in wonder



A child found him picking daises

Hallo the commotion she raises

Psyche disturbed till death

Because he witnessed one in full death