Fending Off Flies

REMINGTON GRAVES

I feel the fern following as I fend off flies

Sunflowers tremble under night sky

The pond no longer sighs its song

Broken piano dusty mourn

Cottontails erect rubbing their countenance

The rhythm of the earth and then a pulse dream of sustenance

A cry that claims I don’t belong

How can this right bespawn a wrong

Prurient and pretty pathogen traverse

Layered longingly a sonnet with your silly verse

The roaring fire then the soot to choke

Flavescent sweep across the meadow woke

Levitating lovers in monochrome black cloaks

In a coma lying still delusional and blind

the corpse was me

I left

behind

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