A father's Funeral.A Poem by WessikWhat the title says, silly.A cane, from curved spruce, has carved inside its fleshy wood a scene of suns. Three white sparks of many rays, aligned in single row.
The third gives up his metal coins, to see his father rest in bed. The sec' shows up, a woman's arm entwined with his. The first tugs on his velvet tie, and says those words that cuts out from them the silken spider web. © 2012 WessikAuthor's Note
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Added on January 22, 2012 Last Updated on January 22, 2012 AuthorWessikSan Antonio, TXAboutI am a tall brown spruce tree that seeks to know the heavens. I live in the wilderness, with Coyotes and Dogs, and I love the beauty of a woman's skin. My beard is long, and prickly as a cactus. Wh.. more..Writing
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