Burdening weight slung across
a frame
Once-full corpses
now lay empty;
and hungry.
Often they make their way,
their way to the table-
but naught is moved,
other than tired eyes.
the living worry
while the dead thrive on neglect.
pushing their way out of shallow graves
only to balance [carefully] on the edge
when they fell;
the dead;
caught in a spider-s nest
cocooned withering and safe.
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 4:00 AM UTC
Burdening weight slung across
a frame
Once-full corpses
now lay empty;
and hungry.
Often they make their way,
their way to the table-
but naught is moved,
other than tired eyes.
the living worry
while the dead thrive on neglect.
pushing their way out of shallow graves
only to balance [carefully] on the edge
when they fell;
the dead;
caught in a spider-s nest
cocooned withering and safe.
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