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deear death:

Posted to Action Poetry

I have seen it many ways
as an old cop shop reporter
wacked off heads
car wrecks
but never
so gloriously wretched
as the day I was out jogging around a bend
on a humid summer day way out in the country
and what got me most
was not the sight at all
but the smell
of a ten point buck
being licked clean by the grinding white worms
it looked like the thing was on fire in crazy lay down motion
I think I'll state in my will, cremate my ass,