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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 Keith McFarlane on 04/17/08 at 06:13 AM The depression of a mundane, unnoticed ending...I hope I somehow avoid it. Although I suppose there are many worse ways to go...again you've captured the private and personal wonderfully, straightforward without losing sympathy. Well done chaz. |
| Posted by Erin Eymard on 04/17/08 at 04:29 PM I have to agree with Keith on this one. You took soemthing mundane and ordinary, a man that no one cared about and you made me care. I love the honesty and realness of your poetry. Always a favourite! ~ Erin |
| 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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