Last Will And Testament

The soul seeks refuge in bones – finally leaving
when the last stem cells die!

 

 

When shrinking bones rest
the infant home is
repossessed
 
locks retract to where
codes float
in basement sunlight
 
Scribing rites of passage
till only carbon
ticks
 
bones know
when to release
the ghost
 
 
 
 
 
 
Goth:January:2006
 
 

© Gothicman 2017
critique and comments welcome.

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11 Comments on "Last Will And Testament"

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Franciman
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You’re on a roll, Trevor. Ths is so short, sweet and clever. Love the structure and love how it makes me cogitate on the biology of my upcoming demise… It’s a nom from me Dr Hornbrooke…
Cheers,
Jim

Otreasaigh
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You may well have got two NOMs here. Reminds me of an old ditty us St, Cuthbert’s naughty boys used to chant many moons ago:

Where will we be in 100 years from now?
Down in the ground where the worms are hanging round
Your eyes fall in
Your teeth fall out
Your brains come trickling down your snout.

Cutting edge amongst us lesser bards at the time. I enjoyed your poem, Trevor. Take care now.

Elfstone
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One of your best Gothic – perhaps in part because of it’s brevity. I would add some punctuation, but that’s a personal view. Elfstone

Aramis
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Despite its brevity you have said everything you need to with exceptional clarity. Great stuff-Don

Stormwolf
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Well, I hope to God I don’t come back! I think I have burned off enough karma this time round. 🙁
I loved this poem. I would have nominated it too.

Short, philisophical and absolutely adored first stanza! which set the standard for the rest …..which did not let it down.
HA x

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