Morgue Poem by Bull Hawking
Morgue
The word morgue has always confused me.....a little
I mean what is there actually more of there
It seems there is less....right?
Unless you consider the the finish
Of the word...guh
Coincidentally the first part
Of the word ghost
And the last part of ghost
Makes me think of host
And all of those are just slabs
Of flesh....in the morgue
Sunday, December 7, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: afterlife
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4/19/2024 10:07:24 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Thanks, Kim....the writing of this poem was interrupted with a phone call....if not for that...there m Might have been....more...maybe I'll go back and meditate on it later :)