Bodies...A Poem by Frank F. AtanacioSo much deathLife is so demanding, and death is so commanding, there is much to see, you could even keep score, beginning with the bodies battered by a two-by-four, or bludgeoned with tire irons, cinder blocks, baseball bats, bodies filled with maggots and alley rats, gaping wounds from carving knives, shot guns fired at cheating wives, bodies in public housing project stairwells, there’s so much harm, hypodermic needles still in their forearm, dried blood traces, and that pathetic look of calm on their faces, lost in total defeat, bodies pulled out of the sea with reluctant blue crabs clinging to hands and feet, all around you see the dead, fallen bodies in alleys, bodies in bed, you’ll find them in body bags, bodies in the trunk of a Chrysler with out of state tags, bodies crushed by heavy machinery washed up on river rocks, suicide, matricide, homicide, suffocated by carbon monoxide, or suspended by a pair of sweat socks from the top of a police holding cell, ghosts staring at the bodies, wondering if they’re in Hell. © 2010 Frank F. AtanacioReviews
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6 Reviews Added on December 2, 2010 Last Updated on December 2, 2010 AuthorFrank F. AtanacioShelton, CTAboutI'm a fun-loving person who loves sports, baseball, and football, and enjoy writing I love writing my Nick PT Barnum Mystery Novels... New One Out Now When The Kingdom Comes God Will Understand.. Che.. more..Writing
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