Long Pallbearer Poems

Preacher E. Lye



He wears his white collar backwards
Piggy attenuated pagan wives’ tale
say the trigger Finger Man
has snake eyes in the back of his head

Got a gravelly-low, porcupine voice
that is cobra flatline prairie legendary

Using a lethal...

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The biscuit is sitting on the plate waiting for a humongous date; the sardine is screaming in the can while she waits for the unfaithful man.
He is out dining and casting lot with a dollar...

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In these a-dying days,
people are given mo’ grief news
Hope cost less than
a jug bottle of dirt cheap booze

While the crying game
is being played
over and over,  time again hence

Death has a new name:
Covid-19
is the ICU...

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As I lay me down to sleep, I start to sink and sink and sink and sink.
My body sinks, but my mind reminds.
I hope it doesn't lead me astray.
My inner shadow sees it go.
It seeps...

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Lot of money being made in death sales,
plenty pints of iron-copper deposits
Body bags coin-wrapped
are rolling out of the blood bank sin-ters
to the holey pocket hospitals

Everybody knows the 911 cellular bar code:
Zinc life is an Alloy...

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Dreams crumble just like my thoughts,
At least when I think of you.
I'm left gathering myself'
My minds eye's mirror's breaking through.
Broken shards of silver glass,
Reflecting horrors of broken paths.
I've let down myself in everything I do.
And...

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A Good Deed Gone Bad


Of many jobs my hubby had
    along with one full-time,
was pallbearer for funerals
    whenever it worked fine.

One day there was a huge request
  ...

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Nicotine paid 
by the experimental hour
Diseased lungs’ biopsy displayed
never made 
this lab rat’s attitude 
turn breath analyzer sour

Snuff was a lemon grass puff charmer,
in pursuit
of a higher dollar yield
for the tobacco crop corporate farmer

Double blind...

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What in the ink whorl is papièr churl going on?

Ill quill vapors are trying to victimize me,
vex prose don’t belong
Word saber player haters trying to stick it to me,
throwing cursive stones
Their coarse paper tone is...

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I tried to hold my breath,
lacing plastic together with curdled finesse. 
Days of remnants rolled around in a heap
and awaited it’s pallbearer. One final destination.
A graveyard necessary for human greed. 
I guess everything has an...

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You roll over my head and I rise from the dead
Buried in a blanket of cold sweat in a grave on my bed 
I’m a broken line of thought that remains wet to smear 
A...

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we're honored 
to carry you home
in a simple pine chrysalis
engraved with your verse...
behind the procession
lie the whorls of living
pastels of decay...
from all the chaos the soul will ascend
beyond the cloud kissed steps
beautiful and delicate 

dear...

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I was the only pallbearer at God's funeral
I dragged the casket the last 25 yards
They served Deviled Eggs and Devil's Food Cake.
The Christians brought
Mogen David wine 
The other deity guests present
argued who should bare the...

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forensic fears out on the potter's field
where fathers lie without a choice
and the ultimate enigma
has formed your white lies
formed your white noise

in the vale of missing tales
life isn't all cakes and ale
there, crystal clear
and cherry...

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After the Funeral
David J Walker

So,
I really am alone
Aren’t I? 
I mean without you and
Those who filled in the 
Space left out at home or
College

You let me in and 
I read you like a book 
Hungry...

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Third shift often referred to as the graveyard shift oh the company I keep through these hours covered by shadows.Souls to wander about at night the lost the lonely and then there are those who...

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