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Amanda Mowers Poem
A corpse breathed on the sofa
as the fridge kept things cold.
The telephone rang and the cats "meowed"
while music played downstairs.
The living corpse lay on the sofa
and the fridge still kept the food cold...
A child's dream slipped up through the cracks of the apartment floor
and a window was shattered next door.
Mail was delivered that day.
Bills were paid and someone was promoted
given a lesson on life, gave birth
watched T.V., slept, lived, died, married, fixed the plumbing in the back room...
Wind blew softly over an empty field where cows grazed quietly.
Cows that awaited slaughter, cows that were about to give birth to 'veal'
for hungry sloths to devour
sloths who were nothing more than greedy.
The breathing corpse lay on the sofa, allowing it all to pass by.
Resting in the chaos, it refused to see, (a watcher with blind eyes).
In the East war was brewing, in the South a storm was gathering...
But the fridge was still working, and the cows knew no better than than to keep on grazing.
A breeze drifted through the apartment that carried the scent of Spring
though the ground was frozen solid.
The living corpse tentatively sniffed the air
the cows in the field did the same.
Copyright © Amanda Mowers | Year Posted 2013
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