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Song
by Tony WhitakerWhen I am dead my dearest
Sing a soulful song for me
Plant a holly at my head
And poppies at my feet
Be the grieving fickle bride
Whose love for another undenied
Only this body lies innate
A soul still stirs and seethes with hate
I see the shadows of the night
Our door is open to another
Flesh no longer feels the pain
My spirit senses you see no shame
In what you did and what you do
But the letter sent before my death
Arrived late today in my stead
Tonight my darling sing your song
Soon in some barred bed belong
05/04/2007 Posted on 05/04/2007
Copyright © 2026 Tony Whitaker
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 05/04/07 at 02:16 PM when this started i thought...how cute, a lilting little love ditty...then *pow*, out of nowhere, comes the punch. well written, my dear sir. i especially like the 3rd stanza. |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 05/08/07 at 10:50 AM Betrayal is always a bitch! Regardless of how it is portrayed. Infidelity not only cuts but rips apart the soul... Intense piece here, my poet friend. Absolute food for thought.. aloha |
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