All This Busy Dust Poem by james watkin

All This Busy Dust



All this busy dust
Like a whirlwind blown.
Roads' fearing, Time-conscious
To coat each tombstone.

Rolls on the regime
Of self-improvement.
No flab - no face - where's kept
The last appointment!

Friday, June 28, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: death,lifestyle
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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