whether
it's body or soul
or the whole,
maybe the Heart
or a 'nuther part
it's Silent.
it's when it's all spent.
'nuthin left ta' give.
'nuthin left ta' live.
the bottom of the siv.
the color of Death
is Black.
cut's ya' no slack.
back-ta'-back.
hung on the Rack
ta' Dry.
ta' Die.
so sight & sound
abound in Life.
but Death
cuts like a knife.
in Silence & Black.
Death cut's ya' no slack.
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Reviewed by the phantom pheonix (Reader)
Reviewed on February 24, 2003
simplicity at its best you area an amazing poet with your simple yet poewerfuly profound verses another great job well done
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