Random Thoughts

A Time of Restlessnesses

Corpses again, dammit.
The ground just can't
Keep them down this year

It might be the rain
or perhaps it is just
too full to swallow now.

Most are unrecognizable,
with even just their few days
of dark weighting muting them.

Some are so alarmingly well
expressed you would expect
them to tap on your shoulder.

You might expect them to explain
to tell you what you need
to know, to stay, to feel.

You wonder if you'd understand
or even remember what
it was they confided in you.


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© Huw Powell

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