I AM THE DEAD MAN'S KEEPER.

I am the dead man’s keeper,
His sepulchre of rusting bones.
Time like a major villain

Holds me to task for sipping days
And seeking seconds with an empty vase.
These are the dead man’s eyes.

These his fingers scratching earth.
I am the dead man’s reaper,
The Father Time of dying days.

Time like a loose-limbed woman
Holds me down for maggots flesh
And sings sad songs for dead men’s love.

Reviews

[Terry Collett]

An old poem of mine revived.