A whiff of
death smell...

You are dead
and gone...

Shreds of my being
in worded musings...

The rain is
pounding down...

Will complete you
on a church...

With you I fall so fast
facets of me...

Bodies curled
under linen sheet white...

Imagine dream town
imagine uber-liberty...

Minds and spirits
poetically craft...

Poetry writ
touches deep...

Hope is an
evil disease...

Work fills the
time and space...