John Scully

(19th October 1947 / London)

Now Departing from....


Long ash coats and cherry faces
say nearly, but not quite.
Long grey coats and beady faces
say tomorrow, maybe.
Long drizzled coats and dreary faces
say very, very nearly.
Long black coats and scaly faces
say lift as one.
Ready
Steady
God he's heavy.
White gowns and plastic gloves long gone
just sorry gloves for someone.

Submitted: Friday, August 16, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, August 27, 2013

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  • Elin Grimes (9/19/2013 4:50:00 PM)

    I've been through a few contest entries now: this is the first one which I consider to be deserving of the Excellent vote. Just wanted you to know - I love the tone and structure and concise thoughtfulness of this (not to mention the refreshing absence of cliché.) Great entry, best of luck with the contest! (Report) Reply

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