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Should I Not Be Found Alive

Sty all your bodied waters And libelous pretensions. Hang leather headed juries Beside some tethered eddies. Drown me down In new baptismal rivers. Spread eagle me upon Some granite black outcroppings. And let my liver ribbon From beaks of shadowed ravens. Let my thigh bones Fossil on the rocks. Should I be buried under When cliffs calf shuddered thunders, No words of prayer be spoken Just leave and let me be.

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Date: 4/14/2021 1:07:00 AM
I love this, "let my thigh bones fossil on the rocks" good work.
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Date: 4/4/2018 3:12:00 PM
Deep one, right here.
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Date: 1/17/2018 4:18:00 PM
Stephen, this is an excellent piece of writing, it had me totally engaged. You have a unique way of using imagery mingled with a lovely creative use of the English language. I shall be looking up your other works, and look forward to more.
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Date: 1/11/2018 11:43:00 AM
Sometimes mind becomes block due to certain inconsumable situation my friend. Well done hidden angst my lovely friend. Loved always, bl
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Date: 1/9/2018 3:34:00 PM
me, myself, and I and probably some other malcontents can relate to this one. beautifully done. see mine on poetrysoup for daniel schack. hope to get a comment or two. be well.
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Date: 1/9/2018 1:08:00 PM
Stephen: It's not that I would disagree with this, it just sounds harsh as I read it, written down in such graceful form, such a harsh scene. Thanks for allowing all of us on the soup to share in it. oldbuck
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Date: 1/9/2018 12:49:00 PM
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Date: 11/24/2017 10:29:00 PM
Great poem :^) beautifully written.
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Date: 11/24/2017 3:57:00 PM
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