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Water
Brittle bone, dust dry upon the floor
Socket blind deprived of sight
A time-cracked skull and nothing more
For future poets to find to write
Our mortal midwife with chalice in hand
Wraps gelatin flesh round the frame so dull
Placing life and light on this barren land
By pouring water on a skull
this poem is
one of my favorites
on here i loved it
B....y Beauty! You do write well Mr Mason and a very humorous piece at that. I'm glad you drop into PostPoems at times. Though your work at times sends chills at some of my awkward addempts. Tho' it gives me heart to carrie on in my own little backwater.