Archive for May 20th, 2008

Poetry Please!-romancing dead

To an infant still-born


Were you a water-baby

While you skimmed the fluid

By dead certainty of life

‘Mong the knotted grass of blood

And colloidal ooze

Of some primeval womb?


Death erased the name

And a few inconsequential

Particulars that perforce

Ride the tail of life

To fill a musty corner

Of Registrar’s office.

Death has spared the fret-

Those frantic cares and dull unease

The living suffer daily.

You are now one with

Flaming creatures

No matter if it be dinosaur.  

Mastodons,  perhaps some other.


Were you a water-baby

While you skimmed the sac

And fell from grace by

Exhaustion of fret, and froth

of life surround?

  benny thomas 05-18-08


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