A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Friday, March 19, 2021

We punish the dead

We punish the dead 
by deem and seem of deeds
and needs they lived out here. 

We burn the squeamish. 
Turned to ash: an urned 
reward to stash on mantel;
scatter in some picturesque 
or sentimental place adored. 

We bury the indifferent deep. 
To feed the worms and grass 
and trees we plant and tend
to feed on them. 

The rest? 

We improvise with ease. 

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