This Poem was Submitted By: phil r kost On Date: 2001-01-04 20:43:02 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Grave Digging

Through my cold nights I will carry this shovel with me, to break through frozen ground... to break through blackness. Trenching everything I have lost! One pile of dreams moved  left vacant and undressed. A spade instead of a sickle... all the hearses I see are limos and passengers are stars to their mourning fans. Digging up dead leaves. The fall is what makes them beautiful, so beautiful I can see dead leaves filling up this soul of decomposition  as I lay down on this broken dirt! Shoveling above me slowly throwing down upon me, breaking ground just once more. A pardoning glimpse of a silver spade I saw the diggers face commence my final grace! Through my cold nights  I will carry this shovel with me, to break through frozen ground... to break through blackness. Entrenching everything I have lost!

Copyright © January 2001 phil r kost

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