Adam

 

I don’t remember

what you look like; memory

fades with passing tides.

 

by Scooj

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