Death, And Its Residuals Poem by james watkin

Death, And Its Residuals



A footprint, a shadow
A fit of anger
That smoke-like drifts, up and out
Earth's lasting concern.
Speak for them, as only
Love can, through lover:
'Men leave too in hearts, traces
From Bristol to Berne'.

Sunday, July 18, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: death,affinity and love
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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