CATEGORY:
poem
WRITTEN:
1984, 16 years
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Composed on January 10th, I'd forgotten about this completely until a few years ago when I was flicking through old diaries in search of a photo of a particular guy I'd had a crush on (to compare how I remembered he appeared with the photographic proof, as I'd met someone who seemed to remind me of him).
Not having laid eyes on this poem since whenever was the last time I read through that particular diary, I can't remember what inspired me to write it. I consider it quite illiterate by my usual standards (even at that age) and don't much like it apart from the last three lines. As usual, such crappy content is included only to make the collection complete.
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R.I.P.
Here lie the Dead Things,
Dissolving slow to slimy mush;
The vermin scurrying quick
To consume what's left,
Before the Dead Things
Vaporise.
Here are written Words of Faith,
Numbers and Rhymes and
Statements of Wit;
Anonymous to us, those who read of them,
Before passing on to other Lives
In Time.
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