Carefulness Begets Sincerity
A poem's frail corpse is like a tree
But don't take the analogy too far
It's collapse is for us, so morbid a death
And the crocodilian embalmer sheds his tear
The night hit the wind like a tick on an ear
Of corn kissed by nature's sweet breath
So eerie this wind I feel a quick fear
The corpse of the poem's no stranger to me
Its corpse stands straight until it's felled
Pulled down by critique and rebutal
Its thoughts frozen, prone, unanswering
Its prose shortened, aunts are intoning
| Contributors: | Kansas Sam, Beefy, keith c, Nathan. |
| Poem finished: | 17th April 2003. |