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hey, he didn't matter
by Charlie Morganhe's dying, his crossword unfinished.
wednesday too, an easy puzzle day.
hung on 'least prominent.' somehow
he knew it was meant just for him.
'blood hound's guide' is...scent!
it's him, smells of urine, old sweat
swirl into his nostrils as he sighs
his last day's breaths, leans over. 04/16/2008 Posted on 04/16/2008
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/17/08 at 03:31 AM An absolutely fascinating snapshot. Well done. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 04/17/08 at 04:34 PM You described a reality that touches, probably, a fear that most of us share. To have been here, reduced to the crosswords and being smelly, taking our last breath as if none of it mattered a lick. Too sadly precise, but a genius of a write. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 04/20/08 at 03:21 PM I have witnessed this...
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