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An inch of earth in phosphide

Poisonous dirt of roots and vines

Sprouting turned the green to clay

A blackout churns life to decay

A grasshopper in a tree

Laments the beggar to be free

From chirrs to tears, ear to ear

He fell to his knees, signs appear  

The shovel stained in parquet 

The praying mantis found its prey

A melody, harmony 

The piper played a symphony

Shovels of lonely zephyrs

Undug gravel baring martyrs

Her existence, a question

Carved in the Garden of Eden

A drunken hung three wisemen

Stole their scriptures, buried doctrines

'Neath the earth, six-feet under

A stillbirth, of a blind beggar

The papers locked in his hands

Lazy eyes crossed on the grains of sand

The bones remained in caverns

His body burns with the piper 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

'A drunken hung three wisemen
Stole their scriptures, buried doctrines
'Neath the earth, six-feet under
A stillbirth, of a blind beggar"
I like the way you use words and thoughts. The complete poem was amazing . The above lines stood out to me. You can bury the dead and tried to hide the ancient secrets. I believe the more we tried to dispose of something. The more powerful it gets. No weakness in the outstanding poetry.
Coyote