"garrotte" poems
Dear the softhearted:
Sympathy won’t come.
Mourn this day
and drink its poison,
leave the ones disembodied
to haunt and garrotte.
Dear the kindhearted:
Forgiveness won’t come.
Stand thin, bloodless.
Who’s waiting at home for you?
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 1:14 AM UTC
Dear the softhearted:
Sympathy won’t come.
Mourn this day
and drink its poison,
leave the ones disembodied
to haunt and garrotte.
Dear the kindhearted:
Forgiveness won’t come.
Stand thin, bloodless.
Who’s waiting at home for you?
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 11:10 PM UTC
His expertise was knots
His profession to garrotte
If his wife should say
"Did you have a good day?"
The conversation stopped
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 4:51 AM UTC