Dead poems

POSTED IN contemporary poetry September 22, 2013

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dead poems

I see the birds of hunger today,

gliding toward me,

headed straight my way.

They cackle and caw and cry for carrion:

meat from the bones of my dead poems.

 

 

Garnet Shaw Robbie