Dead

And so the reaper passes this way....

Dead.
Ingloriously, unceremoniously dead.
Nothing special.
Just dead.

That one of billions.
Poor bug.
Smashed all over the wall.
Guts flattened.
Bits broken.

No one to care
Other than the cleaning lady.
And when she's left
All evidence that the reaper has been

is gone as well.

Oct 13, 2010

Reviews

[FJ Davis]

Sometimes, it's good to get back to basics.
"No one to care. Other than the cleaning lady." Thousands of books have been, and can be, written about that. (Couldn't I have written just one?)
I like this clinically-dark little number.

[ice]

Reading any kind of macabre language in the present time frame, brings to my mind the critical mass of death in Japan.... This poem is no exception, even though the subject matter is spider, I think of humans...

"Smashed all over the wall.
Guts flattened.
Bits broken."

But don't fret, Miss Judy..it is not your poem that makes me feel like this, it is my wild imagination, and I did, also enjoy the poem at its face value.

[Hayley]

Short and simple, but powerful. The second stanza is different, but offers the true image of what you are trying to convey. I also really liked the last line because it gives a sense of finality.
Well done!

[Coyote Poetry]

The realness of the words are true. A sad tale with a ending for many. Forgotten and rarely remembered. I like the ending. A excellent poem. Thank you.
Coyote