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Among the Dead

He was a known drunkard Master of Gin, Conqueror Destroyer of bottles, Inspector, Brew manager Navigator, Field Marshall were his titles and honors. One day he took too much and fell on the way home His wife heard he was helpless, Half dead, half alive, half nothing She was tired and wanted him sane It was Palm Sunday evening To the mortuary she took him; at day- break he woke up and saw dead bodies all over “I am among the dead! Did I die,; Is this hell; Where is this”? he asked quietly He kicked the door and run out Dogs barked and birds that were so much scared flew away fast. All persons hospital took cover For the first time some people run life was dear “Corpse, corpse on the run”, they shouted., but the corpse sped towards the unknown.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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