The Fate Of Flesh Poem by Dorsey Baker
The Fate Of Flesh
When death sneaks in
the heart has no beat
the voice has no sound
the body stiff and still
is without
pleasure or pain
the ears hear nothing
the eyes see nothing
the brain
is without purpose
its power is gone
everything
is over
once a human being
now the only thing
left to be
is what has been!
its power is gone everything is over once a human being now the only thing left to be is what has been! A wonderful meditation on the fate of the flesh. very spiritual in thinking. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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7/27/2025 7:40:06 PM # 1.0.0
flesh is mere cover of reality, , fine