Are The Worms The Only Ones With Ears?

I do not want flowers
To grace my grave;
Do not add to the killing:
Save
The young scents
And blooms
To become
Brides and grooms,
Mothers and fathers
Of the nexts.
Do not let them
Colour marble texts
For a few forgotten
Days
Of reaching for forlorn
Rays
Of unfelt
Sunshine –
Condemned to a lingering,
Wilting death where none shine.

I have seen many flowers
Cut
And soil piled over or coffin
Shut
On young lives
Grown
And then died
Unsown.
No one to replace them;
Living on in a parent's tear
Instead of a child's first cries,
Heralded by a father's cheer.

Lay no fragrants
At my head;
I cannot smell them –
I am dead.
Do not despatch
Any others to this place;
Let them grow,
Let them warm their face.

13:00, Thu. 16/04/2009.




Poetry by Mark J. Wood
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Written on 2009-04-16 at 16:51

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liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
such depth in
a beautifully
versed write.

~L.~
2009-06-17



This is so good it just makes me shiver. The theme is beautiful and the rhythm perfect, adding body to every line and to the overall reading. I will read this many times. If it was in a book I'd leave my bookmark there :) Thank you very much.
2009-04-17