Poem -
Dust over a coffin on a brightly moonlit night
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A half moon upside down
Street bitumen black
White lines all the way,
A voice across a road
Shouting FuCK
I wonder if the moon is laughing
At the irreversible human being
Eating, sleeping, driving,
Working, drinking, crying
Dying in the graveyard,
Yet the moon is not dying
It is here for eternity
Fully lit,
Yet the man is dying
Buried into the ground
Dust over a coffin
On a brightly moonlit night
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Comments
WOW!! JAI MASTERS!! ~ this is amazing......... Like a dirge just waiting for its music to arrive....... to bring it to life.......... it's a VERY well crafted piece brother poet.......... darkness dripping!!..........ALL STARS......... well done!!............ Love and Rockets!!.............T xo
We are here and then we are not.
Enjoy the life despite the pain.
Thank uuuuuuu for commentary from above
i enjoy your thoughts today
luv and luck
Jai :)