Dead Eye
I hope worms devour me, cross my heart and let it be that my coffin lid lies loose.
Lovely little bird, I don’t know if you’ve heard that I found you dead by my front door.
No more chirping, singing lark. I put your body in the dark belly of the underground.
Its image haunts me though, and I suppose I’ll never know what it was that scared said lark to death.
Rotting underneath the earth the tiny creature shook with mirth while marveling at life’s cruelty.
Its ghost I could not shake, and every time that I should wake I’d hear it laughing louder.
So I retrieved the corpse from far below and chopped off its head with one swift blow, and it was at long last silent.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
