Hungry Grasping Greed
Hungry grasping greed
Beneath a maple tree
Suspended swaying
Vermillion fall
leaves
Lying upon
Verdant grass
Rests a man
With ghostly hue
His soul
Recently taken to flight
From enduring
A caustic truth
Consistent ever
His icy heart
Provided a hardened gate
To the walls
Of a shadowy
Rustic bower
Encompassing
The cooling
Embers of a fire
Where love was
Never asked in
Or welcomed
To stay
One lifeless eye
Staring blindly upward
The other within the belly
Of a single, cawing raven
Proudly marching upon
His lifeless
Bare chest
Occasionally pecking
The empty socket with
Hungry grasping greed
Copyright © Gary Jones | Year Posted 2007
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