L Milton Hankins Poet Free verse

Abstract From a Dream Macabre

My imagination ran shamelessly amok last night
While I slumbered in beaded sweat, askance that I would
Be peddling ornate coffins to the absurdly rich, then
Second handing them to poorer souls for paltry profit.


Four lines from Dream Macabre
Submitted to Liberum Divisa 4 Contest
February 17, 2021

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Caren Krutsinger February 17, 2021 at 7:43 PM Ohhhh this is terrific! L Milton Hankins February 17, 2021 at 8:47 PM Check out the complete poem if you haven't already. I loved writing it. Funeral home in the family, so I have often been inspired by them, although I'm sure they never did anything like this!