At death’s door

 

‘Everybody is

welcome’ the sign says, but I’m

not quite ready yet.

 

by Scooj

David Jones

 

With your passing, our

lives will feel impoverished;

blue skies turned to grey.

 

by Scooj

 

Fly

 

Stinking death and rot,

by association you

haven’t got a chance

 

by Scooj

Mourning

Three ladies in black;

has the Summer come to this?

or did someone die?

 

By Scooj