Tuesday, April 12, 2011

On The Other End Of Eight / new poems 2011

The Windpipe Crushed

Hanging,
feet swinging freely
from contentment/
Suffocation
with a smile/
Asphyxiation without awareness
of the rope slipped 'round
a willing neck/
The windpipe crushed
never knowing why
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