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Title: Death
Author: Lucretia Crouse
Date Submitted: 10/5/2011

 
Poem: Framed smiles rigid with conformity,
barren of laugh lines, humorless,
wander arrogant through the chaos.
Blinders can’t hide eyes filled with death.

Conceptual thinking dies in new days
of dark deliverance on demonic wings.
Glory rides no more. Hope lingers
but flutters faintly, gasping, dying.

The moon weeps, hanging useless
on our refusal to allow beauty to breathe,
unfettered, free. Flowers cry,
birds free fall, as self-destruction rules.

Angry clouds hover; venom spews
from agony set free to devour.
Staid tears of remorse dry, impotent.
Nervous apprehension consumes.

Bleak, desolate, stagnant minds
retreat: unused, unfulfilled, useless.
Death’s stench hovers over a wasteland
of cold corpses, acknowledged too late. ...