Death

They killed him And dug a pit to bury the body Unaware of a pack of wolves waiting In the cavity of woods; their eyes burning In passion for live food;earth soaking The smell of blood, some wafting To the swelled nostrils whipping atavistic appetites in all who were awake In this chill. The dead man sleeps.

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Eve Roper

Date: 4/2/2016 1:09:00 PM

this is a spellbinding poem a 7 my friend

Paul Callus

Date: 4/1/2016 2:41:00 PM

You paint a chilly atmosphere of death, Rajat. I have a feeling that those wolves might relish eating the killers, rather than the dead body! ~ // paul

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 4/1/2016 8:12:00 AM

- Rajat, I shivers a little by the thought that the wolves will eat the dead man's body - A great poem, well done - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser

Date: 3/30/2016 2:20:00 AM

Rajat, I didn't expect the ending but weeee in a short poem you make it all creepy and action pact thrilling!! thanks much for your comment on my poem! it's been awhile and a, busy at something personally hence my absence here but time to time I peek! hope you are doing alright! God bless!~Olive ELoisa =`)