salutations to the still walking

salutations to the still walking
the dead strung like beads
across an opposite universe

there are terrains one walks
leaving dark days with a face off
daring darkness with more wine

this life this you this I this
a tram ride pale to memory
a dream with no names running

you that yield to the flag
bonfired and rolled like joint
meant for the fuse

there are even smaller men
crawling like sooty spiders
just to say boom




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2017-01-15 at 22:46

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