Best Swayback Poems

Again, death swirls its black finger 
around the aura of pristine ponds.
Now sprouting the stoutest weeds...
where sleepy lilies and emerald songs used to breathe.
Where souls once rested so naturally.

Again, death swirls its black finger.
Leaving me slightly paler than a happy life.
I'm never quite as fleet...

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My yard thrives in wildness.
Patches of dirt- cowlicks of grass.
Every shade of unknown flowers.
My yard is a swayback horse.
Amidst rows of sequined asses
That live just up the hill.

Their lawns sprayed slick with poisonous perfection.
Rarely, they give me a dismissive wave, but never see them smile.
My...

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Everyone listened, but nobody talked,
  as the Vicar rode on by

His horse an old swayback, loaded with bibles
  stove hat pointing up toward the sky

Everyone listened, but nobody smiled,
  as the Vicar stormed and raged

“To hell in an instant, to hell you’re...

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This little voice keeps telling me to, 
keep my head down and plow forward.
It seems that the further I go 
there's more debris to clog the road.
It is broken in some places
gale force winds are ever present
sheer drop offs on either side
the sky spits blue...

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