James Edward Lee Sr. Poet Free verse

Inside Them Dry Bones Are a Can of Worms--

When it's over;
it's  over;
And the spirit and soul left the body;

They've placed you in a hole;
Covered you over with dirt;
Six feet under below the earth;

And the warms and maggots, eat your flesh;
Soon there be nothing left;
Thanks be to God this isn't your true self;

Yes, yes, yes nothing left but bones;
Open up are those cans of worms;
Like the larvae, flies, and worms,
try to rise to catch my spirit-soul;

For nothing left but them dry bones;


6/24/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©

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