carrion

Bedside or roadside, life ebbs then subsides

Bleeding from inside, drivers all just pass by


Yesterday or previous, part of some great ‘what was’

Vultures circle up above, ashes to ashes then dust


Newborn to carrion, I mourn while I tarry some

While life ends and new pretends, I will carry on.

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Published on July 31, 2013 21:00
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