Human remains

There are human remains in the attic,
blind dogs loiter in the basement.
All the pain of building houses
rests on the brief time we have.

Day follows dog and remains remain.
The gulls scream and dive
as guts and fish heads are dumped
into the swirling sea.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2010-04-16 at 11:39

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