Dead Men

Posted: June 8, 2014 in poetry
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corpse
Dead men sleep.
Will I ever hear their voices weep?
With wisdom from beyond.
They might creep,
Inside the house,
Forgetting that they’re gone.
Dead men lie,
In the dirt when they die.
Then find out where they belong.

Comments
  1. Nathan Hobby says:

    Tim, that’s the most disturbing painting I’ve seen in a while. Great to read your poems.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. thanks for reading Nathan, I subscribe to your blog, so keep up with what you’re up too.

    Like

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