Ramshackled Rubbings Of A Deathly Past... Poem by Michael Gale

Ramshackled Rubbings Of A Deathly Past...



Ramshackled rubbings amongst the lonely cold deserted stones...
Are these the dreaded dead?

A blood splattered stone drips off to living relatives their saddened life stories...
No more life and no more worries.

Peace of mind...
Worries and life's past left cleanly behind.

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Michael Gale

Michael Gale

Chicago Illinois/Oklahoma City.
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