Bloodhound Nose
Death sniffs around
until it finds the heel
works its way up to the throat.
Leaves a wet spot-on happiness and hope.
Two big black snotty holes,
(one from which you came}.
The other where everyone eventually goes.
Death, like a bloodhound nose.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2014
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