poMotion poetry

Black Plague

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A gushing wound, a growing boil
Eleven exit this mortal coil
A plague infects all those who toil
It drowns the fish and poisons soil
The pirates sail off with their spoil
And the ocean starts to broil
Oil.


By Meredith Reese

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Written by lickmypoetry

July 1, 2010 at 9:23 pm

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  1. That last line made my spine go as cold as if the truth were made of ice, hard and unyielding like pirates’conscience.

    brokenpenwriter

    July 1, 2010 at 9:40 pm

  2. I agree completely. Depressingly short and sweet, matey. Thanks for this one, Meredith.

    Sue Zalokar

    July 1, 2010 at 9:51 pm

  3. vivid images…
    lovely poem!

    Jingle

    July 2, 2010 at 2:22 am


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