Incarnation

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Don't mourn for me I shall survive the kind convict, the somewhat happy pauper, The frozen southerner inside the Pole Circle the angry northerner in the consumption’s locker On the mosquitoes South I shall survive. Don’t mourn for me I shall survive The little lame one, begging in the pathways the drunken one, that’s left amidst the tables and this one daubing just the image of Man's that the Beloved's bad painter I shall yet survive. Don’t mourn for me I shall survive The day in rules of grammar books unblemished which in the future undefined and selfish, Like a dull fool under my fringe the reddish will know my verse. For sure I will survive Don’t mourn for me I shall survive The one who’s kinder than the fresh wounds nursing under the crazy military bursting under the star of mine that’s ever glossing… In any way … I’ll really survive.

 


Submitted: May 06, 2021

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