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Liven up the dead


Men grunting 
Mothers sighing 
All wailing 
for the willing soul
With a lamenting pitch 
As he renders 
a resounding call 
With a rising Crescendo 
Prising into every heart
Wriggling while thrusting away
 from this wanton emptiness 
Seeking relief amidst his mortal folks
Hailing his willingness to abide 
As they rove around 
Daring fate to his face.




Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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