lunar sleep keeps well,
full flesh wanes soft,
quick frost defrosts.
Class Insecta. Blind
bite, night gnaw-
ing on wet lawn
perky juvenile floor,
thick cover over
six-square deep sleep.
Ah … such is life
blind bite night gnawing on wet lawn
I love the way this poem reads, that line in
particular. Thanks for another great post
Thank YOU for reading…for taking the time!! 🙂
Graves, carcass swell, bite, flesh! Another dark but great poem! Love it!
Especially the last two words! “They eat.”
creepy and I like it!
Thanks Violent!! 🙂
I do not like that idea at all Maggie I want to be cremated! BUT that is a great poem.
🙂 I don’t like the idea either lol, but thank you for reading!
Very well done!
Hey! Thank you 🙂 I appreciate the comment and that you take the time to read the post.
Great Poem, the detail is awesome 😉
Thank you! Thanks for reading.
Intriguing. Such is our fate, at least once. ;0
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Wildly fascinating ~ Thanks again ~Deborah
Excuse me, I think I’ll go and wash my hands…
my skin’s crawling! love it.
Thank you for reading and your comment 🙂