F. J. Norton Poet Prose Poetry

The Haunted Cabin

THE HAUNTED CABIN

Now the cabin that we call earth, was not always a cabin.
There was a time when nothing decayed, a time only of sterilized 
Molecules. There was no smells, no disease, no flowers, no rats,
The earth was filled with water pasteurized organic eggs.

Death arrived with life, they built this cabin to hide their secret.
They were lovers from the beginning. They nursed one drink
All night long. Life fed death but death fed life. It was their
Pessimistic custom, they could not live without the other.

The Pantheon said, let there be life, but let it be guarded by death.

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Poet Destroyer A May 20, 2015 at 7:20 PM f.j. norton, A nice warm WELCOME to poetry soup. I hope you have fun with this wonderful community. You'll find many friendly poets who are ready to support and give positive feedback. I will enjoy following you and your poetry when you are ready :) We are Lucky To Have you. Enjoy Poetry Soup:) Your New Poet Friend @-> LINDA <-@