Child Cemetery: Poetry of Jeffrey Merk
I see you prostrate with a worm's pain,
Screaming, for the nurse’s help, which
You’ve taken advantage of it too long.
‘Should I call Security?’ he threatens.
A fade to muffled noises, and I am left
In pain and anger, to lament your fate,
Our fate in a dead-mans hospital:
Where tantrums meet hypocritical help.
I’ve been picking over her abdomen, Deciding if the fatted calf drinks blood. Something tells me a lot of buffalo Use to drink at...
We had a cabin up Spider Mountain that Zombie’s Couldn’t get in past the tree line. In colonial America, In the early, parts of the...
Safe in bed, safe in bed I am! In my cubicle, in hunger And darkness, and stillness, Remembering a winter scene. Trees in a...
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