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Unearthed The Dead

Bloody mess,

torn dress,

fermentation did the rest,

camera’s flashing, mind’s crashing,

as worries were finally put to rest,

as the missing child was found,

with a shovel through her chest,

and half buried in the ground.

One cop vomited as he grabbed her arm,

which was two feet away from the body,

and in his head rang the insanity alarm,

another cop’s face disfigured by dread,

as they completely unearthed the dead.

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  1. Date: 2/20/2009 10:50:00 AM

    Terrible, vivid, painful. This poem is both disgusting and fascinating. I like the shape, its descending steps. Good job. Ruben.

  1. Date: 2/17/2009 5:38:00 AM

    This reads well and smells really bad Frank. You always bring all my senses in your writes. Great job of painting this canvas.