CYRPRESS KNEES
Copyright 2012 Gordon Kuhn
Poet in the Rain Productions
Cypress knees!
Aged wooden look and feel
Poked through faded denim blue
Tattered fabric
Shattered life
Eyes the sky’s misty clouded hue
Tales within of abundant strife
Sweat stained cap
Uncombed lair for lice beneath
Thin skin taunt upon the limbs
Leaned against an old and brittle oak
Within a crowded scene of trees
A cloud of odor did arise
From human living ashes there
Could smell the man whose scent did provoke
A reasonable amount of tainted disgust
And flies about were in pure lust
Searching here and there for a favored meal
Their wandering touch failed to rouse by feel
Backpack tightly held in trust
Between knobby brown meld of flesh
And fell asleep upon the sea of green
Where death like he slept from view unseen. August 3, 2012
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