Treasure Island

Walter C. Edwards


Six Feet


Six feet deep or more,
it is time for sleep,
this body was not meant,
to survive eternity so,
just a rolled up rug,
to lay me into slumber,
no hollowed ground,
beggars do not get ceremony,
bring on the maggots,
now is the time to let all things go.

Submitted: Monday, June 17, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, June 18, 2013

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