3 days after Fred Carver Was shot dead In a craps game We all gathered At Sparkman’s Funeral Home For the visitation I was standing Behind Fred’s ex-wife Thelma When she reached into her purse And dropped something In the casket I leaned over her shoulder And watched a black spider Crawl up Fred’s face And disappear in his hair -Dennis Gulling
Used by permission of Zombie Logic Press and available at the Chemung Shamans outsider poetry slam team page http://chemungshamans.blogspot.com/2016/05/three-poems-from-dennis-gullings-blood.html