Death Was Futility Defined

Death Was Futility Defined

A Poem by Frank F. Atanacio
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A woman's body found in a wooded area

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Found,

face down,

at the edge of a wooded trail,

was a black woman in her twenties,

her spirit’s arms would flail,

her reality would fail,

and her ghost would float,

she was wearing a light brown jogging coat,

there was no identification,

there was no wallet or purse,

her sanity would curse,

although her shoes,

pants and panties were near the body,

death was futility defined,

murder became part of the day to day grind,

we got so use to it,

it boggles the mind.

© 2010 Frank F. Atanacio


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Reality, in bite-sized pieces, fed to the public gingerly, as only a sprinkling of seasoning. It's understood we couldn't grasp the magnitude if we saw it all....

Nicely done.

Posted 13 Years Ago


It really gives you the chills :)

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Frank F. Atanacio
Frank F. Atanacio

Shelton, CT



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