29.10.08

Just One More Corpse



By clasping her in their slimy grip
Through her limbs,
the cold blooded fishes played
Creatures and plant life kept on,
thus obstructing
her last trip
And the sky that same evening
grew dark as smoke
And its stars through the night
kept the brightness still soaring
But it quickly grew clear
when dawn now broke
To see that she got
one further morning
Once her pallid trunk had rotted
beyond repair
It happened quite slowly
that she gently slipped from God's thoughts
First with her face,then her hands,
right at the last with her hair
Leaving those corpse-choked rivers
just one more corpse

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