A Study of the River

My poems, prose, and pictures of the river near my home.


2. The Body Bag

His skin like yellowed parchment

Peppered with holes that gale wide like opened mouths

Waiting to be fed with food wrapped in plague

And grown by the hands of dirt and infestation.


Lank hair that lies limply

Shielding unseeing eyes from a world that doesn't know and doesn't care

But prefers to live in the saccharine serenity of placid ease

As blind as the man who drifts slowly down the river

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